All of my ramblings on one site ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- About a son I wish I could have been in the same area, the same time as you. I wanted to know you and hang with you. Play with you. I wish I could've been the person to hold you back from your worst. I have this conceited feeling that I could have been that person, if only I was there. If I wasn't still the growing fetus that I was. If I was my mom's age then. We have more in common than anyone knows, and I get peculiar looks and unfair judgements from it, like I'm this stalker and psycho. I've known people to be like that, but I don't think they felt like I did. And that makes me a hypocrite most of all. Listening to you is like listening to me in ways I would have never even thought of. I wish you could have stayed longer. Held on a bit longer. A year or five or ten. To watch your daughter grow up. To see that there's light in the places you're scared to look. And in saying this I'm a hypocrite again. You give me this spirit that no one has ever given me, and I wish I knew someone like you in my time and age and area and heart. No one has probably ever listened and understood like me, I think. Maybe I don't even understand you. But you just sound so much like I do in my head that it's scary. Everyone that'll read this will judge me for it. I judge me for it. Luke'll judge me for it. Everyone will. Rocky Dennis deserves you more than I ever had. I'm so happy for you that I don't know how I could have ever questioned it. Goodnight sunny south florida 1:51 p.m. - 2009-10-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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