Hugs and Gravity by Rebecca Belliveau

Hugs

So I will begin by admitting that I think "hug" is a funny word. The only words that I really know that rhyme with the word hug are: thug, chug, and bug. Yet all of those things have nothing to do with a hug. A hug is a warm embrace of one human being by another. A good hug can make your day and even a bad one can't make it worse. A hug is just one of those things that add to the beauty of life. When I am in need of a squishy hug, I try and find a squishy person.  These hugs are really unique because I seem to sink and really melt into the hug which is very pleasant.  Another hug I really enjoy is the awkward hug. You know the ones I'm talking about where you go in for the hug and your heads collide (maybe even a little lip touchage.) Or the side hugs where you end up doing the "I'm a little tea pot," move. Those ones just make the world a better place. Ah….then there is the hug and run. Basically what happens is you pull a quickie, half a second maximum while in the hug itself. This is most commonly found in a male on male hug. Then there is the rocking hug. Personally I'm not too crazy about these ones. This hug most often occurs when you run into a good friend you haven't seen in a while so you want to show them you miss them by hugging them for a long period of time, but that doesn't seem like long enough so you lean from left to right and continue to do so until the excitement has worn off.

Gravity

What if we fell into the sky?

You know that would freak me out.

If gravity just switched off like a light?

Would we hold on or just let go and escape?

In that moment of our powering fate.

Would you be holding my hand?

Would you hold me all the way up? Or is it down?

Will we know? Will we even care?

Would we blow up from the pressure?

Or would our bodies thrive?

Will the stars say hello? Or will they burn us alive?

Would you still be holding my hand?

Will a black hole suck us in? Or will it transport us to another place?

What will it look like?

Maybe, as pretty as your face.

Will it be just us two in the race?

Would you still be holding my hand?

Are we scared of this new place?

Will it matter?....

Can we even see a trace of what used to be?

It won't matter, no, it never mattered.

Cause' you were always holding my hand.