the prodigal son leaves
yet again...think it's been a year or less but the days don't really matter do they? soon we lose count of the year the month the date as they all fade into memories tucked behind the back of our mind...a pat on the shoulder a calling out of name and hefty bid of farewell...the familiar slight awkwardness during such scenes..no unnecessary words needed no tears choked back in restraint.. if i were any younger i'd shrug it off and laugh at the silliness of the way things have become..in fact i've just grown accustomed to seeing the solid teak wooden door of the room shut once again hmmm okay minus the rave music thumping in the background..this time it's all too quiet a different kind of soundlessness that echoes in the heart and did i feel a murmur then? should i? sometimes i wonder if the father was all too hasty in making a decision and if this decision was wrong even with the best of intentions..if the father had with his both hands created this future himself and asks if it was the wrong step..if he comprehends with foresight and would this not crush him as well...would his god be able to console him then? am i able to do anything...
posted by novie @ 9:04 PM
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