Loredi, as everyone knows, is the beginning of all evils. Maybe it is partly my fault, but anyway the past past.
I found this video and consequently Lore convinced me to write something. One can not say no to the mother XD
Helo here
Hope
you ever repent?
Today I remembered you. Lost in my thoughts, my hip pain while walking and stiffness in the knees, greatly surprised me the ball, emerging from behind some bushes, a term between my feet, despite dazzling red the fog and stands between me and the world. A simple ball, worn and a bit disjointed, but red. Red as your lips, red impossible that he could make me forget my mother, long dead, my father, that drunk ever cared about me. Red and every moment I spent with you, when that old closet could be who We will, go anywhere we liked.
I never told you how much it meant to me, right? Maybe you knew I always assumed that our fingers were intertwined everything I needed to give to understand that if someday you were going, I could not stand. were my chance to be rebellious, were what I never dared to tell my father. Such was the fear of him.
Until I opened the closet and you were not. And all I could think as I turned around to see my father was in the red ball in the fucking ball that was lost yesterday across the hedge. The bloody red blood all over my clothes, all my memories.
you never saw her again. I could not, not by fear but out of shame. Today I had a red ball in my hands, and unlike many years ago, the ball returned to its owner: a little boy named Hope, so like you. I saw our future, or what might be, two men against the world, joined by two intertwined fingers and hope.
Today with a little hope, I dare to send it in a red envelope. Because maybe we can even build a small future.
Together.
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