Fingers
speak.
Impossible
as it sounds, they do, probably even more than the tongue does. Imagine
existing without fingers… that image should speak well enough for itself.
My fingers
however, have been silent and dormant for so long, the joints ache to come back
to life. They had such big dreams when they were firmer and more agile: how
they would produce bestsellers before they moved out of teenage hood, how they
would stun the world with the amazing things they could create.
But fingers,
like the voice, get lazy and uninspired when they are held silent as precious
time passes.
My fingers
are not yet back to life. They are itching though, badly enough that I am now
making the time out to scratch. They have so much to say, so much to do in so
little time. But they will breathe again. And hopefully, just like they always
wished to, they will inspire other sleeping fingers to wakefulness, one day at
a time.
Indeed, one day at a time. And I can almost bet your fingers are coming back to life, maybe not so much with a surge. Perhaps not with the kind of speed it dreamed of in those 'firm and more agile' days. Yet I see them returning, slow (maybe) but sure. You've got a voice that the world cannot shot their ears at. Better days ahead!
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