richard_

Well hello hello there good peoples n virtualistic kinda friends.


I'm feeling rather nostalgic today.. like in an odd sorta way. A St. Louis Cool Cat Mafia one to be a little more exact.

I think my uncles were all serial killers at one point or another in time. Or just liked to dress up like it as often as they could. But family is a funny thing. All branches of the same exact tree, yet weathered quite differently yearly by the storm.

Thats a picture of me as a baby. And thats me mum standing next to my dad. The man with the sideburns. The same one always dressed in black.

And thats my grandpa lookin like a G. Arm always around my grandma. For well over 50 + years.

Its weird to remember that we walk around day after day carrying the ghosts of our ancestors. They're essence.. they're dreams. For they were once young too. Full of everything, alive. But living is a choice i pray they also finally see. That being alive, should always always be enough.

I flew to a country once. A far away place i immediately did not want to be.

But it taught me to love some things..

things i've longed for every since.

I like waking up every morning now.

And i love going to sleep each night.

Didn't happen because i wished for it though. It happened because i spent my entire lifetime making sure it someday somehow could.

g'nite everybody..
See you in the dreams.