Perhaps its a bit silly. Perhaps I got optimism all wrong. I was never prepared for the end, never ready for the ones who left to leave. My life began in relative tranquility, my heart bursting with love to share and faith in Christ. All I ever wanted was for nothing to change. But a five year old boy who didnt know any better got his heart broken by clinging desperately to a dream and resisting the pain that is sometimes life. So, to protect him, I got him drunk and turned him into a monster. Twenty-some years later, his life is in my hands now. But Ive been trying to do it his way. He doesnt know how, thats why I had to get him drunk to cope. So, my young friend, were going to do things differently now. Were going to let go of the old way and see how that works.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 16:41:16 +0000
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