— show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and i'll show you a happy man.
—but only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'twas always thus, and always thus will be.
my father made me bleed out quick and fast, with no time to mourn what wasn't. my mother made me bleed out slowly, a trickle, unnoticed until i was on the floor, too late to patch the wound.
and in a moment of disorientation, he feels that he's looking not up but down, as though a spotlight has been shined into a wedge of bloodshot water, and the sky has become the sea, and the airplanes are hungry fish, harrying their prey in the dark.