Will this world ever be anything other than devastating?I don’t think I have the stomach for this anymore.
This blog. This story.
As I tell it. It just floats away into abstraction. The details get lost on me. The dreamlike nature of reality just bends its fragments all over the details which used to appear so clear. And what I long for is something I guess there never was. A warm embrace. A truly warm embrace.
Will this world ever be anything other than devastating?
And then maybe it will
And you can have it all back.
I miss being an uncle. That’s what I was best at. I was really good at it.
I gave those kids guitars and a bunch of stuff out of my playground of creativity. Most of all I gave them all my love and tired to shine my soul their way whenever I could. I don’t think any of them would disagree with that. Even after all this.
I loved them like they were my own. I felt like that about them. I wasn’t a distant uncle. I was an important part of their life. I knew they looked up to me and I took a pride and responsibility in that.
Say uncle. And you can have it all back. You can be an uncle again.
Or can you? Or are you now only just really doing the job?
Will this world ever be anything other than devastating for them? God I hope so. I really do.