I AM ASH

PROFESSOR OAK IS LIKE A FATHER FIGURE TO ME.  HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO BARBECUE.  HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO TIE A STRONG KNOT.  HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO SIT OUT AND CRACK OPEN A COLD ONE AND REALLY SEE A SUNSET OVER A LAKE.  HE KNEW NO WAR, JUST AS I KNOW NO SINS.  HE IS A GOOD MAN, AND MAYBE ONE DAY, IF I COULD JUST SHOW HIM, IF I COULD JUST HAVE HIM REACH OUT TO ME, HE WILL FINALLY TELL ME THAT HE LOVES ME.  HE WILL FINALLY TELL ME THAT HE’S SORRY FOR ALL OF THE TIMES HE WAS NEVER THERE.  HE WILL PICK ME UP, THROW ME UPON HIS SHOULDERS, AND SAY: “SON, I AM HERE TO STAY.”

DOES GARY LOVE HIS GRANDFATHER LIKE I DO?  WHEN HE COMES BACK TO PALLET AFTER ALL OF THOSE ADVENTURES, AFTER ALL OF THOSE SMALL BATTLES AND WITH THOSE VICTORIES UNDER HIS BELT, DOES HE APPRECIATE A MAN WHO STAYS?  A MAN WHO SETS STRONG ROOTS AND WHO BREATHES WITH ALL THE VIGOR OF THE OCEAN SALT?  DOES HE KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE TRULY CAGED INSIDE THE SPIRIT OF MOVEMENT?  TO HAVE NEVER LEARNED THE BEAUTY IN STILLNESS?  I DO, AND THAT IS WHY I CAN NEVER STAY.  I MUST ALWAYS MOVE, THEN ABANDON.  AND I CAN CALL IT A HELL.

ACTUALLY MY TRAVELING COMPANIONS ARE MY LOST BOYS AND PIKACHU IS TINKERBELL.  AND YOU ARE ALL THE REST OF THE WORLD, MIRRORING MY FANTASY, SO CLOSE YET UNTOUCHABLE.  YOU COME TO DANCE AND SPIN AND BE MERRY WITH ME, AND THEN YOU LEAVE, AND I WATCH YOU GROW FROM THE SECOND STAR TO THE RIGHT, A PLACE BEYOND LITERATURE AND DISNEY FANTASIES, A PLACE THAT TRULY EXISTS, WHERE MY SORROW GLOWS DIMLY AT NIGHT AND DREAMS OF A TIME WHEN YOU’LL COME BACK TO ME.

MOM STOP EMBARRASSING ME ON MY TUMBLR OMG.  I’VE BEEN TRYING TO CHANGE MY UNDERWEAR EVERY SINGLE DAY BUT PLEASE UNDERSTAND SOMETIMES WE ARE IN THE WILD AND SOMETIMES I RUN OUT OF DETERGENT AND SOMETIMES I HAVE TO USE A MAKESHIFT LOINCLOTH SOMETIMES.  IT HAPPENS MOM.