I should be fucking trick or treating this year, but I am not. days like today hurt sometimes more than others because these are the little things that matter growing up to a little person, at least i have the one year i was Darth Daddy Vader and he was Adam West... which was pretty cool.. but on a night when the spirits are walking and talking on the earth, i wonder how much of a shade i have become in his life... i can always promise him next year but the battle isn't over yet... Days like today make it so much easier to keep fighting.... remebering that once upon a time we went out and had a great night being father and son and being the dark little misfits we are...
Current Mood: Sad.
Current Music: Helloween - Halloween
I hate this night. I hate that it makes me a person so truly removed from the real me; this man who sits in silence in his parlor – purposely quarantined from his family – is not who I want to be. But on Halloween night, this awful impostor wafts over me like morning fog, and I know there’s no resisting him. Like one anticipates the common cold brought on by a harsh winter, I know this broken and terrified man will soon be visiting when the evening of October 31st falls upon us. And on this yearly autumn night, he will sit and drink. And remember.
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