All the Pretty Things

This is my story of fatherlessness, of being untethered and unspoken for, of spending a lifetime looking for love in every wrong place.

Of watching my life burn down around me in a million ways and sometimes setting fire to it myself.

So many times both literally and figuratively, I have sat in ash heap of my own life wondering how I got there and why there was always so much loss.

But maybe I was asking the wrong question.

Maybe a better question is who?

Who is all this for?

I think I finally know the answer.