Sometimes trying just isn’t enough. We do everything we can to make certain things come together but in the end they refuse to straighten out. No matter how hard the road is we must walk it, no matter how long the journey traveled we are still where we start.
I have tried to make everything go as it should. I have tried to be a good father, even if I wasn’t a good husband. I wanted it to be good between us, but it never was. When we turn and look over the road we have come down it is already fading. Our steps meaningless marks in the garden of forking ways.
I am confused and tired. I am homeless and without a family. The sun no longer brings me joy, the moon no longer brings me solace.