~Walking with too many thoughts
Sept 14, 2016 17:50:54 GMT -5
Post by kittyoemily on Sept 14, 2016 17:50:54 GMT -5
Aaron A
Walking down the street. Moments cannot feel ever so sweet. Despite all of the conflict that is going on inside of me, I can't help but feel relieved. Relieved because of what I know, I know it's not too late, and I know I still got time, to do something right with my life. Something to right all of the wrongs. All of the secrets I have ever held. All the places I have gone where I do not have the right
I walk stiffly now down the street. I know I may regret which ever decision I make. The options run through my head. I can give up a career life, to give my daughter the chance at having her father, or I can sign myself up for many tessera, join many other gyms, and make sure that I either get reaped or I volunteer. For perhaps the biggest gift I can give my unborn child is the gift of never having to worry. I do know that this is not guaranteed, for she can end up loosing a father before she ever meets me.
I sit down on a bench, next to someone who I do not know. I am tapping my foot anxiously, more than ever before. I need to speak to someone, even if they don't know me. How can I start this, and how will it end. Maybe it's better for me to get up now and go to bed. The time it takes to fall asleep, I know I would have decided, more than once, more than twice, there's no way I can stick to the initial answer. My mind whirls and I know now the love of a father can have for his unborn baby girl.
Walking down the street. Moments cannot feel ever so sweet. Despite all of the conflict that is going on inside of me, I can't help but feel relieved. Relieved because of what I know, I know it's not too late, and I know I still got time, to do something right with my life. Something to right all of the wrongs. All of the secrets I have ever held. All the places I have gone where I do not have the right
I walk stiffly now down the street. I know I may regret which ever decision I make. The options run through my head. I can give up a career life, to give my daughter the chance at having her father, or I can sign myself up for many tessera, join many other gyms, and make sure that I either get reaped or I volunteer. For perhaps the biggest gift I can give my unborn child is the gift of never having to worry. I do know that this is not guaranteed, for she can end up loosing a father before she ever meets me.
I sit down on a bench, next to someone who I do not know. I am tapping my foot anxiously, more than ever before. I need to speak to someone, even if they don't know me. How can I start this, and how will it end. Maybe it's better for me to get up now and go to bed. The time it takes to fall asleep, I know I would have decided, more than once, more than twice, there's no way I can stick to the initial answer. My mind whirls and I know now the love of a father can have for his unborn baby girl.
