The boy child

The boy child

[Some doors only close]

“That’s ridiculous,” the boy child states to his manny. “I swear to you,” the manny promises, arms raised in surrender. “Prove it,” the boy challenges. “I cannot,” the manny shrugs. “Why?” the boy asks. “Cause. Think about it. It’s a door that ONLY closes,” the manny suggests. The boy thinks this over for a bit. “I suppose you’re right,” the boy child decides. “But then how am I ever supposed to find out whether or not you are?” “You will find out someday, but not today,” the manny promises. “Promise?” the boy confirms. “Promise,” the manny reiterates with an offered pinky. The two pinky swear.

 

 

On Living

On Living

Sometimes you can’t get enough of it; sometimes it can’t get enough of you.

Sometimes it hurts like hell; sometimes you know the pleasure will kill you.

Sometimes you lie to preserve the truth; sometimes you tell the truth to preserve a lie.

Sometimes you hope the end never comes; sometimes all you want is for it all to end.

Sometimes you force yourself to believe that everything will be okay; sometimes okay abandons you. Read more