Rebels

It has been a few months of introspection of trying to reason with the impossible.
I am being taken on a journey, a dream, a beautiful dream that I am trying to hold onto.
But there is something missing now someone I love is gone.
It is not easy I expected my father to be around for at least another ten years.
I wanted to be able to buy him his dream car a 57 Chevy Corvette.
Its an odd feeling like Hallowness his death is such a shock and I keep telling myself hes not gone.
A dream of him stomping out light bulbs ,"There goes another idea son, an idea you can never use."
He's crushing light bulbs.

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