beingwullie

another April post, not a nice one. . there was once you worried about my weight and there was once i worried about my weight and i still do . and look at me, dad the love i have been searching now turns to handles on my hip the sacs that has decided to be friend with gravity the bags i have been craving and now are hanging right under my eyes . just at the time i have them all the weight you want me to bear, the love you want me to find, the joyous fatty laugh that won't leave, but strangely they make me worry about you simply because you are just less heavy than i do . and here comes the time i am worry about you i have become you get well soon, pap.