DUAL

Art by Bruce Timm

YOU ARE MORE.

More than your fears.

Let it out. If you only cry through tattoo tears, you're holding onto abuse. Afraid to let go because you don't want to seem weak and wounded.

LESS DISCIPLINE MORE LOVE.

Being a Father is heavyweight. We bruise, smother and crush what we cherish. Selfish conquests make ego and violence beautiful.

DONT BELIEVE ME!

Behold the sparking eye and creamy thighs of women who want more after they're satisfied. They prefer danger over comfort and stability. Why do you think they read smut books and question us about porn. They want a threat but don't understand the wreckage that comes with it. We brush off their mental fuckery to make the relationship last for the children. Until the last one is out of the house, then we lose what stopped belonging to us. The love that made us last.

FUUUUCK!

When you're cutting the weight of bad habits like showing whose better instead of how to improve, you'll get sick and feel like such a burden, you won't want to move. They say sensitive men call it depression; tough ones call it going through some shit. Enlighted ones understand, work while fixing it and don't give life and labels to anything that hinders them.

That's a wish I'm trying to live. But the only thing I've ever received from a wish was moment of silence.

No peace because I wish to resurrect dead dreams and relationships that seem better discreet. Ones gone but celebrated through spirits. Seeing shapes in a bottle and hearing their voice with every swallow. Ones longed for through prayer and ones who hold space in the abyss you avoid.

Hold on to the love children see and feel beyond the hostility and noise.

To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?

My Adivice is Just Don't pull Out!