royalmayall asked: hey, where did you get the red rik boots? i've been looking for a pair myself x
Posted a link thing just this second on my Tumblr, as you’re not the first to ask
Father, where art thou.
There are many ways of taking a life. He took mine, but I continued to live. Vital signs aren’t proof of someone being alive. And what a talented corpse I became.
Until one day I decided to commit a murder of my own.
September had always felt like my month, there was a sense of ownership. It was the month I was born, the month of fresh starts and in 2004 the month I lost a mother. Listening to songs about September that were clearly written for me. The lyrics were the lines I had lived by, I recognised myself in the words like a mirror with a back beat.
I don’t remember the month he left, you would think I would, but I just don’t. All I knew years later was that he had left.
My memories of my father are brief; a slightly familiar shadow that occasionally visited my reflection.
These reflections came with memories of hours spent alone in my room, a mother with a beaten face and her expression, like a confused child. In those days I mirrored my mother’s pain.
Now they’re gone, I reflect nothing.