time keeps on slippin

its been 33 days since the death of my son…

he sets on my night stand and i tell him good bye when i go to work and goodnight when i get home…

moving on is a simple thing, what you leave behind is hard…

i dont want to admit it but i feel like i’m moving on…

he went the one place i cant follow…

my thoughts turn to more and more getting through life things…

but in the quiet of the night as the ice forms on the windows, i look at his casket and my heart breaks…

working helps…

ignoring the shit out of that female helps…

i’m starting to learn how to sleep alone…

soon enough you wont have to listen to my selfish crying, i’ll be back to telling stories and being human again…

which is a shame, i aspired for ten years to be a good boxer…