lostromanianpuppy:uncensoredsideblog:lostromanianpuppy:TJ Hammond + pianoI have no idea where these
lostromanianpuppy:uncensoredsideblog:lostromanianpuppy:TJ Hammond + pianoI have no idea where these hands came from. Not my hands, mine are paws. They’re not your mother’s either. I’m not sure who they belong to. I remember that first year in the White House was the worst year of my life. Everything I always dreamed of, the job I coveted ever since I was a young man—I finally had it—and I was miserable as hell. A fourth of my term had passed and I hadn’t accomplished a single thing I’d set out to do. And I used to walk the halls, and I’d stare up at the faces of my predecessors, and I’d think to myself, “Every one of them is a better man than me.” And then one night, out of the East Room, I hear this most glorious sound. I poked my head in, and there you are, 8 years old, playing some kind of classical piece so effortlessly. You turned around when you heard me, and you let out a crazy laugh, and you went skipping off down the hallway. And after that I used to hide around the corner from the East Room just to listen to you play. Something so simple, but brought me so much peace. And I don’t know why I never told you that. These hands, they’re not my hands, TJ, they’re yours.#TJ was always so beautiful in front of a piano#I can just imagine 8 year old TJ turning around to look at his father#a sparkle in his eyes as laughter bubbled out of him#and then him skipping down the hallway so carefree#8 years old when he entered the white house#and his life wasn’t his anymore#his life belonged to The People#who scrutinized everything that he was#and decided he wasn’t good enough#without even knowing him#okay I’m not crying#you’re crying (via lostromanianpuppy)They killed the sparkle in his eyes and stole his laughter with their judgment. -- source link
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