shitting post

And this realization hits me only now. My father died a month ago and I think about it really only now.

And we wont ever go outside together.

And wont listen to guns and roses, riding in the evening, looking at the stars

And we wont go to our favorite market

And he wont make a funny one of a kind joke

He wont see his favorite plane museum that had been closed for a while of war

We wont go to play arcades together

And he wont see my work he appreciated so much

Wont support my projects

We wont go to our favorite pond near the countryhouse

And we wont go fishing

And we wont feed ducks

And he wont listen my rants about robots and dinosaurs

And i wont be able to make him a birthday gift, ones that he keeps in his nightstand, all of them

And we wont watch our favorite movies again