oh god, tell me this is a bad dream so i can turn back time. i miss you.

look at him, he's gonna grow up to be great someday. he can smile with his eyes, he can drive his bike with no handlebars. he is living.

if only i were to go back to these days, when easy things like seeing a kid smile when i gave him a sharpener made me feel like my whole life is complete.


now, i have no life.
i hate myself.
i love you.