I'm worried. So worried. This day only makes it worse. He's strong. So strong. But he's hurting. His eyes can't quite conceal that. They are decieving to his calm exterior. Sleep is decieves him too. the way he cries out to people who aren't there. People I can't bring to him. He's strong. And me, I'm weak. Too weak to take on his pain. He needs a pillar to lean on and when I offer myself it's like offering pebbles. I give him pebbles in place of a pillar. But he is strong. And me, well, I'm weak. He is a pillar. A pillar for me and anyone else who needs it. I don't deserve that pillar. His eyes decieve him and so does smile. It conveys all the fear and sadness. It's not real. That smile I see. So I try, I try to make pebbles enough. Then maybe there will be a chance that I can see that smile again. The real one. Like the sun. He is strong. And me, I'm weak.
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