They creep up from the abyss and seize everything you hold dear. Upon meeting they will be the last person you want to see or hear about because they disturb the very environment you yourself can sustain, but within the blink of an eye the constant badgering, smart remarks, and destructive arguments pull you together. The relationship isn’t one- sided but there’s definitely more to remember and get attached to. There’s danger not because it hurts to endure but because once they have gone the very sound of their name from someone else makes you feel the memories. The dangerous type.
An aroma of barbeque had lifted the scent of the incandescent candles left for my brother after the accident. It was surreal how it just happened to be him and at the worst time too.
I cry almost instantaneously when i evaluate my relationship with my dad. We’re cool and we joke and talk about hobbies and shit but i’m still hurt by what he did to our family. Empathetically i feel bad for him but something about me wants to hate him when he gets sad over little things like just a simple greeting of “happy fathers day.”