Truth is I left my birth fathers care at age 5, had intermittent visitation till he remarried when I was eight or nine. When I wrote page 4 there, I was 18, had just resumed communications with him, was meeting him as an adult for the first time. He was nice, but odd, half my DNA and yet a world away from what I dreamed I would become.
Page 5 is the ramblings of an 18 year old kid trying to distract himself from what went down... Jibberish.
The third page is a song is memorized the lyrics too that was stuck in my head, you can look it up on YouTube 4am by Our Lady Peace
Richard was my best friend growing up, he lived down the street and we always got into mischief together. He was a year older but in the same grade because he was held back in his early grades. Where as I liked writing and The smashing Pumpkins, he liked motors and Jan and Dean. Sometimes I wished I could be so relaxed and careless about things, I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders, well he was a kid with a goofy smile and a rusting chevette. But he was honest with himself, and with me, that was my epiphany.
The first one is again just rambling, I knew what was coming but not how to deal with it.
Thanks for commenting, I'd write all this stuff in the actual post, but it would ruin the clean lines of it.
It is so much more raw to see your words written in your own handwriting!
It seems like you have a lot of words to say, a lot of stories to tell.
I like the part about everyone trying to draw lines. Live outside the lines! There are no lines.
ballsy, truth, good
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Truth is I left my birth fathers care at age 5, had intermittent visitation till he remarried when I was eight or nine. When I wrote page 4 there, I was 18, had just resumed communications with him, was meeting him as an adult for the first time. He was nice, but odd, half my DNA and yet a world away from what I dreamed I would become.
Page 5 is the ramblings of an 18 year old kid trying to distract himself from what went down... Jibberish.
The third page is a song is memorized the lyrics too that was stuck in my head, you can look it up on YouTube 4am by Our Lady Peace
Richard was my best friend growing up, he lived down the street and we always got into mischief together. He was a year older but in the same grade because he was held back in his early grades. Where as I liked writing and The smashing Pumpkins, he liked motors and Jan and Dean. Sometimes I wished I could be so relaxed and careless about things, I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders, well he was a kid with a goofy smile and a rusting chevette. But he was honest with himself, and with me, that was my epiphany.
The first one is again just rambling, I knew what was coming but not how to deal with it.
Thanks for commenting, I'd write all this stuff in the actual post, but it would ruin the clean lines of it.
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It is so much more raw to see your words written in your own handwriting!
It seems like you have a lot of words to say, a lot of stories to tell.
I like the part about everyone trying to draw lines. Live outside the lines! There are no lines.
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And yet all the words are between lines :/
Reminds me of a poem I once wrote to a girl I knew who always spoke in riddles.
"I've always been a poet,
Always able to read between two lines."
Life has been good to me, it's given me a variety that can't be found willingly, I am glad you like my works. Thank you.
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Had to catch up...
Lovely as usual.
Happy Tuesday!🌟
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