Off into the wake we go. No breathing.

It's a sunny day with cold clouds here.
I have been cleaning for what feels like a couple months,
but alas, tis only 34 minutes since i began.
Pizza remnants caked in and around the corners of these cookie sheets.
Could be a long one.
I have been trying to delve deeper into the past couple of days actions,
but something keeps stopping me.
I refuse to settle for "nothing".
So i will conquer and divide that which i have been given.
First.

To my son, (future)
I appreciate that you have taken steps to calm your mother and I. Not a day goes by that I don't hope for your success in the medical field. Your mind has become a weapon that should be used to defend truth and charity. You are truly a talent and master of your craft. I can only express in words (for my mouth won't mutter) how your success has affected both your mother and I. You can make it to the moon if you wish, and beyond if the wish grows fatter. I am yours and forever i will be.
your Father,
The DAD.

Second. (Past)

I can't believe this.
Can you believe this?
All they said was that there would be...
I don't..
I can't believe it, what a crock of..
Ok, Ok calm down (the wiser one is speaking)
We should probably get home, Lorie always says something to Mom, and i don't want...
SHHHHHH!!!
I think they can see us.
Get down!

(a squeak, a bottle breaks)

Who's in there?
(eyes of wonder)
Anyone in here?
(stomachs of pain)

(a squeak, talking, and giggling)

I knew this was a bad idea.
How did you convince me to come here?
My mom was right about you.


Third (What could have been)

My belief is a lie.
A story to buy.
On Monday he lives,
On Tuesday he dies.
My intent is to feel.
Regardless of past
Regardless of them.
Of those and of that.

I suppose I could
break down all thought i digest.
That seems dissapointing.
It's this i suggest.

Love the one you're with.
Break your own heart.
Not by love, denial, etc.
You're the one to cut, to tear apart.
It's only then that you can.
Give your complete self.
And she will love you.
She'll tell you you're it.
Without your heart her's won't exist.

And in that is your freedom.
In her is your heaven.
Her arms become angels.
Her kiss is treasure given.

-Gart the Bengal



As you can see it has gotten mighty confusing if you read
1-3 at the same time. Take it in sections.
It gets better.
London tomorrow.
Can't describe.
So I won't.

night to the moon.

Joshua