Religion
The Earth is my religion,
and the trees are my prophets
and the leaves rustling in the wind
are the pages of spoken scripture.
and the trees are my prophets
and the leaves rustling in the wind
are the pages of spoken scripture.
Great Grandfather's Suicide
I have been sick all weekend. Last night I didn't sleep a wink, but was caught in the undertow between waking and sleeping. Those are the times when you could get caught in any train of thought and get lost in the idea. I got caught in the undertow of my Great Grandfather Joseph Hyrum Stay. I still can feel his influence coming from the grave, and I have almost fallen into the same pitfalls as him. Last Night I dreamed his suicide. Drunk, and Angry, It's cold outside and the wind starts to chill on the face. My Wife will not let me in. My Wife thinks i am a failure. I am a failure. How am I supposed to help raise these kids if I keep drinking away my feelings? I can stop, I will stop. I will not stop drinking, I know that. I am better off dead to these children, they will not miss me. My wife will remarry someone put together and responsible. BUT I AM THEIR FATHER!!! No! I need to be in there with them! "Let Me IN! LET ME IN!" I can picture their Head...
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