Hands.

The first compliment I ever received is that my hands were nice.

They've been through some good and bad times as everything else. But the memory of someone appreciating such a detail, as small as that comes back to bring me joy sometimes.

It has taught me to appreciate the things people see on me and validate from my perspective as well sometimes. To learn to love one self and the little sparks that make you is a very tricky endeavor.

My hands, they are back to a state of happiness I have observed.

They hold a camera again. They write and dance, and play an imaginary piano sometimes. They are, as of late, even being held again. 

All hands aside, this owl is truly flying again now. I launched off, and the wind took me away faster than I thought. With less practice than I anticipated. With warm embrace and light-heartedly so.

I'm alive. I'm gliding lightly. Like a careless autumn leaf that falls in the midst of November. 

I'm free in solitude and happy in company.

Making friends all over, performing amazingly at work and dancing below a table with another pair of fingers.

And your green eyes, they daze me to the ground. I love it when your hands look for mine. As if you, unspokenly so, said reminded me of the first time someone told me how to appreciate a part of myself.

Because of that too, and the home you've made for me in your palms;

 I really want you to know, that honey, if you want me, you can have me. I hope you know, that if you want, I can be yours anytime.

You deserve this version of me as much as you deserve the glowing sky after a sunset and the forest I'd love to gift you if I could. 

But most of all, the thing that makes me happiest, is that I get to share all of my joy, my desire to live, and my love with and for you. I honestly wouldn't want it any other way.

So if you really want to, honey, have me in your hands as you do now. I know I'd be yours anytime.

-the owl;