why is it that we rip flowers from the ground. flowers so innocent. unharmful. yet, we rip them from their homes. and, we give them to people who don't deserve, their beauty. we take the things we love, and we give them away, to the unlovable. why?
is that what they call it? because I call it strength.
I have the strength, to live life without my father. here I am. living. yes, I may get broken down sometimes, but I've never fallen completely. and I won't. because i'm more than the father who left. I have strength.