That your parents are not perfect, are not Gods, isn't that a realization that is famously responsible for often great anguish, sometimes great mistakes, and one that brings with it a risk of estrangement?
Take it upon myself to remove the lingering sting from the blunt smack suffered in another's worldview.
With each day I will relax, release, a touch more.
If I let more of myself in to the relationship, the easier we will be.
I have, as a rule in my life, tried to keep a separate space for myself, both inside myself and out, where I alone go, thinking that this is how I protect my identification as an artist.
I'm wearying of holding up the fences, and all they really do is keep these flowers from those, and neighbors from talking.
I will relax, I will give in, I will wait for time to do what it does.
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