...and There You Have It, Another Body

I Took My Morning Walk, I Took My Evening Walk, I Ate Something, I Thought About Something, I Wrote, I Napped And Dreamt Something Too, And With All That Something, I Still Have Nothing Because So Much Of Sum’thing Has Always Been And Always Will Be You.

You Shall Be My Roots And I Will Be Your Shade, Though The Sun Burns My Leaves. You Shall Quench My Thirst And I Will Feed You Fruit, Though Time Takes My Seed. And When I'm Lost And Can Tell Nothing Of This Earth You Will Give Me Hope. And My Voice You Will Always Hear. And My Hand You Will Always Have. For I Will Shelter You. And I Will Comfort You. And Even When We Are Nothing Left, Not Even In Death, I Will Remember You.

I Must Read. I Must Read. I Must Read.

Here Then - The After Math Of Meaning. A Liftime Finished Between The Space Of Two Frames.

Because The Enormous Narcissism Of Their Parents Deprived Will And Tom Of Suitable Role Models, Both Brothers Learned To Identify With Absence. Consequently, Even If Something Beneficial Fortuitously Entered Their Lives They Immediately Treated It As Temporary. By The Time They Were Teenagers They Were Already Accustomed To A Discontinuous Lifestyle Marked By Constant Threats Of Abandonment And The Lack Of Any Emotional Stability. Unfortunately, "accustomed To" Here Is Really Synonymous With "damaged By.