I miss you, father, though Ill always be afraid to see whatever condition you are in as-of-late. I miss you mother, though we barely had conversation twice to only forgive one another, and say our farewells at last. I know our struggles, and I taste our tears. I am you, and you are me, and we are all together. I love you. If I can speak every language to express the sentiment fully I would learn them all. If there is a Will of Heaven and Earth, if there is a god, and if the gods and the spirit serves their purpose for us, even then, I will not be content. There is only my love for you both, which fills in that infinite well of desiring a life that is better and more fulfilling. Guide me, oh daimons and muses. Lets find what truly flourishes our life, and make us better for out brief tomorrows. Let us curse all those that hinders us, and make love to all that give us hope. Make us broken, but repaired, and ever more ready for something greater before we depend upon the promise of the next generation. Ill be there for you, sons and daughters. Allow no fear to come by our doors, and only thing of joy. No pain is worth suffering for, unless each of us are the Chists leading the next generation to a better life. Good night, and good luck, ye happy people in this strange world.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 09:12:29 +0000
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