Son, it's time...

Time to do the things for yourself that you can

I'll help you with the things you can't do by yourself

But you have to ask

I may not reach out to you all the time

Yet my arms are always open to you

Don't lie to yourself

Silence any critical voice in your head

It's bullshit and if listened to will result in heartache

I no longer see you as a child

Yet I'm still your father

Although you may be done being my son

You're still my son

I will not tolerate disrespect

When you yell I'll stop listening

When you speak to me I'll hear you

When you make a mistake I'll forgive you

But it makes no difference if you don't forgive yourself

I have nothing to offer you if that's what you choose to believe

I have many things to offer you if truth is what you seek

I've made many mistakes that you don't have to make

Question everything to uncover the truth

Not to hate but to love

Be curious

Listen

Be quiet

Be still

Be strong...like water

Humility is the water that will breakdown the hardest stone
 
Follow your heart and respect the hearts around you

Many of them have been broken...just like yours

Finally...

Always keep in mind that you are one of 7 billion people on this planet, so...

You're not alone

I gave her paper flowers

Made to burn and wish upon

To ignite a hope that one day she'll be free

Free of me and all the prisons she has built for herself

I have given her nothing but I can say I shared with her

Time, child and love

My paper heart knows that the flowers I give her will be ash one day

I will gladly watch her run away as the paper flowers burn today

Box

I watched the movers fill a truck with my neighbor's belongings today

Everything fit neatly into a nice dimensional box

Little boxes placed into a bigger yet little box that could be driven away

Driven to another place where it all could be unloaded and arranged into another dimensional box

This time maybe a bigger box than where it used to reside...or at least one with a better view

Maybe this new box is within walking distance to a boxy school, boxy hospital and boxy stores

Maybe it will be nearby a boxy job

Wherever the stuff ends up it will arrive upon paved roads traveled by many

All linear roads and sidewalks lead to boxy things

And so we live our lives with boxy underwear, boxy minds and boxy hearts

Imagine if there was a wilderness...a place where oceans, forests and sky all came together

To wander aimlessly and join the stars billions of miles away and into blackness that's infinity

Where a box is nothing and light is free to travel everywhere