From childhood I have always been bad at hide and seek, anxiety finds me whenever am under the bed.
hiding from the reality of needing a fatherly love ,is the only hiding am good at. for it beats my soul each time it gets a chance,a chance to show me that a dad i seek can never be found. acceptance is like wings for me, i have fought for it all the days of my life but can never be mine.
who is a father, the person that comes through the door with a big bag of kisses towards my mom.
but thats nothing...