The Long Fangs sink deep into the jugular.
It seems easy, to toss the head, & say 'Be off, you dark mongrel!"
haha, 'Partner' husband, sits in his chair, daily, with his (literal) dog at his elbow, & his eyes closed against a world he no longer wishes to regard, what are you to do??
Run screaming, naked, from your dwelling?
(Believe me, it has crossed my mind more than once!)
Were it not for the fact that my body is no longer for public viewing, I might have carried it out, just for the sake of some shock value!
Or, do you, join the 'masked one' & close your eyes to life?
I think, there must be a part of me, that doesn't want to join the closed-eye perception.
A small spark, that wants to carry on, & be interested & follow trails, see new things. Enjoy paths, that lead to new discoveries.
A public opinion poll.
Does anyone else, besides me, see some resemblance here?
Or do I imagine it?
A pretty girl. I know, her mother was her father's favourite. For whatever reason.
This was her Grandfather. He had her blond hair, her bluer than blue, to grey eyes.
Families are like chapters of a book.
But of course, the book is never ending, & the chapters keep being added. The joys, the sorrows, the paths of the destiny.
I can understand why adopted individuals wish to find their families. I can understand why they feel they never 'fit in', until they know their genuine kin. I know how they feel, & why they feel that.
I wish I could curse the parents, who walk away, or refuse to acknowledge the bonds of parentage.
I cannot curse them, for who knows their damaged reasons.