my book.

standing on a thin rope,
only a hand by hand supporting me,
holding it,
seemed so warm,
that was nice,
could i be imagining?

the smiles from their faces looked welcoming,
me into the new world,
a new journey would begin,
a new chapter in my life,
would soon fill with their names,
their faces,
their laughters,jokes, sadness
and soon drawn in the empty pages about us.

i, who still standing,
looking,
still believing,
if they really let me hold their hands,
offering to support me from falling,
yet i took it.

as i held their hands,
i dream,
no,
i knew,
this feelings would stay forever.