All I'm worth for
Is all wrapped up in this fragile right hand.
Had a dream earlier, in which I was caught up in a certain accident, my right hand to be decapitated. After that, it portrayed a life of nothing but sorrow. I was unable to draw, nor do a lot of everyday stuff.
It brought me into thinking.
What if it really happened? A whole life revolving around a single right hand. My art, the only thing i have in life, taken away from me. To be void of all my worth. Would I be sad? Would I be able to keep telling myself, "it's okay"?
God, please, even after all that had happened, I will smile. Please, at least, don't lift this gift away from me.