Sometimes, I want to scream
Others, to destroy
Others, to make love
Others, to laugh
Mostly I feel as if I am in a dream that I can’t wake up from. A dream with walls, like a cold prison that traps me. It already feels unreal, is already a faded memory.
But I lived it so intensely! How could it fade, and fade so fast?
I was there for every moment. It took so much. I never want to lose those lessons, those memories. What if you need them again?
And at some level, it’s all I have left of my dad.