All the Pretty Things
This is my story of fatherlessness, of being untethered and unspoken for, of spending a lifetime looking for love in every wrong place.
Of watching my life burn down around me in a million ways and sometimes setting fire to it myself.
So many times both literally and figuratively, I have sat in ash heap of my own life wondering how I got there and why there was always so much loss.
But maybe I was asking the wrong question.
Maybe a better question is who?
Who is all this for?
I think I finally know the answer.