"You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it"
"My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital.
And my father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.
I tried talking, just whispered, '...so sorry...so selfish...'
He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless
and there's nothing you could do that would ever change this.
I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."
the skin i'm in... im still trying to understand it and figure it out. i hope to produce art in a search of understand and explaining thing i know and don't know... things i assume and things i hope for.
life is full of sharp turns. I'm trying to learn how to take them.
love is good. God is good. even when he's surrounded by a bunch of tangles. tangles like you and me.