I stood outside his room, where he lay since the night before.
He lives still, I am quite certain; I heard him stirring throughout the day.
I dared not to go in and greet him...perhaps I wished to avoid confrontation, which with him was a regular and almost unavoidable occurrence. Or perhaps I simply did not care.
Many days seemed empty. And I blamed him for it. His lack of sustainable of useful interaction. His blatant lack of human empathy or sentiment. And these things I did not see when I was once close to him. I was once able to lean on him, to trust him, to confide in him. These luxuries from my childhood which I now longed for were
I stood outside his room, where he lay since the night before.
He lives still, I am quite certain; I heard him stirring throughout the day.
I dared not to go in and greet him...perhaps I wished to avoid confrontation, which with him was a regular and almost unavoidable occurrence. Or perhaps I simply did not care.
Many days seemed empty. And I blamed him for it. His lack of sustainable of useful interaction. His blatant lack of human empathy or sentiment. And these things I did not see when I was once close to him. I was once able to lean on him, to trust him, to confide in him. These luxuries from my childhood which I now longed for were