epiphany is a word i hear often
this magic moment where not only the perspective changes
but the view itself

but i wonder

how does it reach you?

is it slow, steady?
Like an ethereal whisper at the back of your head
humming in your ears with quiet reassurance until it clicks

or is it everything all at once?
a tidal wave of sound crashing into your mind
washing away everything you thought you knew with a sonance so deafening...

there is something so human about hands
they are so soft, so vulnerable
when they give a  small squeeze of reassurance, fingers laced with yours

but so strong and harmful
when they are balled into fists
they have so much power
but just as much–if not more
when holding a pen
or another hand

they are a link
to other souls
to communicating
to everything

but the most beautiful things
are the perfect imperfections that lie in all of them ...