Space.
So dark, and so empty. It and myself are similar.
We both long for light, someone or something to invade our most sacred space.
Space.
That's one of the things I regret when I was younger. Not being able to spend more time with you. Not hugging you more than often. Not saying I love you.
You never do realise what you have until it's gone. The feeling is simply miserable, wreaking and sickening. One must be the tougher person and move on.
No more being present during my birthdays. No more being present at all.
I never understood why I never cried at your funeral. My eight year old brain was still paralysed from the impact of you leaving us...leaving me. All alone, without my one true father figure in my life. My world.
Regret
It is the one word that fills my entire body as I write this. For you.
I will get better. I will become a better person. With you silently by my side, I will concur this world as I was born to.
I just hope that you're proud of me me, Old man.
And to the rest of you, unsure people of tomorrow. Please, love hard until your dying day.
Simply Live.
Simply breathe.
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Promising Young Woman
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