riptide. i had a post about dad here. i erased it because i don't like the voice. when i hear a voice i like i feel glad, but there are several voices, some are the ones that might be heard in therapy, and i know this is different. in therapy it stays, and need not be erased. i'm sure a lot goes out there from in here with little reflection, and maybe a vague unease. most of what i think about dad i never articulate, and maybe i never can. i may yet be under his spell after all, or the spell of the dad that may always occupy me.
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