Music/title: Our Father Is Missing; From Indian Lakes
“…My God what have we become?!”
. . … .
When did things change between us?
I was always your shadow; always following so desperately in your ever so confident footsteps.
I was the youngest, older sibling I knew… And yet, here we are.
…Let’s see you fill my shoes now.
/ / /
God, I miss this.
It’s getting harder and harder to find time to sit and post the way I need to. Only a few weeks in this part of my life left, and then we’re on to the next chapter. Seems everything just comes together, doesn’t it?
What about that dark little void in my chest?
Well, I think I’m going to keep it there for now. Someone I love dearly suggested that maybe, just maybe it’s supposed to be there. That maybe that piece is what drives us, and pushes us further.
And who’s to say it’s not the only reason I’ve gotten as far as I have?
. .. …
Again- God, I miss this.
Another update soon. Along with the paint to compliment the mural below.
[ Drawing/artwork credit due to the wonderfully talented, Jesse Augustine. ]