Make Me An Open Book

Oh the joys of being a father on Father's Day and not being able to have anything to do with your own blood and bone. The feeling is brutal, it is tearing me up from the inner core of my heart and I cannot and will not resist it. This pain reminds me of not only the haunting memory but the good times I shared with my beautiful daughter. I live this day hoping for the day you come back to me. God less you and keep you safe. Daddy will always love you

I tend to over think, as I rest on my uncomfortable almost bean less beanbag watching the great Gatsby I feel overwhelmed by this movies beauty and colour. I the love and lust confuses me and pushes my mind to many boundaries. It makes me think about my life and how I can relate to it in many ways. It may just be the tiredness talking but I feel pain and joy at once. A I going crazy, am I going insane?

As this sun burns through the branches of the trees that surround me i cant help but feel i am not alone. Its like there is a whisper in my ear but when i turn to respond the voice is gone. I know i am not alone as much as we or I may feel that i am, i know i am not. Are you alone?

a vineyard in italy.

Me, Myself and I

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