How bright is the sun? No where near you, I can vouch. “Where will you go? Have you anyone but us? Anywhere but here?” So I left your mother. Her belly full with you at eight months and three days. I didn’t want to go, honestly. Goddamn I wanted to see you born. See you take your first breath, my only son. My pride and joy, I came back two years too late with not a single toy. “Father, have no regret for you returned, at least.” But did I really, goddamn, did I? I left half my heart in Jerusalem with the other men there seeking faith and forgiveness. I just had to get home. “Son, you are the next one to go to that land. You will rule it, I promise you.” But then I woke up.
How deep is the ocean? It can’t compare to your brainwaves.
You are the Alpha. The never-end. The juggernaut pounding at my heart for entry. Goddamn it I can’t refuse you. No matter how bad. You’re taking the time out of me. The time for me to try and move is now. You’re just asleep. I’m running.
“Listen to me, Mother Dear, I’ll be fine. Only time will tell if I can come back. Should the juggernaut be enraged at my depature, then blame it on me.”
“Father, you shouldn’t say that. What if she hears?”
“Oh god, why waste time on ‘what if’? Give it up, goddamn. Say it like you mean it, son, you’re a man now.”
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