15 & 2 years

He was just like me and She wasn't. When they look at me they see him and feel her. I am a shadow of both of them, a footprint on the sand which slowly erodes with every whisper of the wind that sprints by. i become that beach, waiting for that high tide to finally erase any trace of that footprint, if possible.

They met awkwardly. An attraction that loomed at first sight. Not so long after an inchoate love blossomed as quickly as it started ending. Strangers living together, sharing a love. An illusion of forever floated on their veranda, well at least i think so.

After not so few long years it ended and they lived as strangers apart and in love. The only thing that was a memoir of who they had been was that they had me.

My father, he had so much heart and yet it existed inside a monster. My mother, she had so much courage that lived inside a fungus. And yet you wonder how it is they could possibly have a mind like mine? Well its highly probable that when two opposite forces meet they make one heck of an unstoppable crazy force that is caught in a whirlwind of his and hers. I'm unscripted, undriven, unpredictable and crazy enough extinct.

And 15 & 2 years later i look back at their lives and all its crazies. The unscripted lessons that were made not to learn from. A disappointing life and love lived to fiercely admire.

I love them both for their paradoxical complicated simplicity. Its the best thing to have such culture lost in translation. Regardless i really do love them both and hope that in the crazy noises of afterlife silence, they find solace in knowing that their daughter is still dead-living in this fucking crazy world!