I Love You, You're Safe Now

i'd pretend my hands belonged to some one else, a comforting, reassuring being without a name. The right hand would feed me little bites of cheese or bread, as the left hand stroked my cheeks and hair. My eyes closed, i would whisper softly to myself, there there go to s you're safe now. Everything will be all right. I love you. And i'd carry it back to bed with me. So we see here the intelligence that sang, in some way, nurture,. nurture and we also see how it gets kind of marbled, because when there's unmet needs, we can often turn to substitutes to nurture. Many people say, we couldn't make