hinatakaname

I stood outside his room, where he lay since the night before. He lives still, I am quite certain; I heard him stirring throughout the day. I dared not to go in and greet him...perhaps I wished to avoid confrontation, which with him was a regular and almost unavoidable occurrence.  Or perhaps I simply did not care. Many days seemed empty. And I blamed him for it. His lack of sustainable of useful interaction. His blatant lack of human empathy or sentiment. And these things I did not see when I was once close to him. I was once able to lean on him, to trust him, to confide in him. These luxuries from my childhood which I now longed for were

I stood outside his room, where he lay since the night before. He lives still, I am quite certain; I heard him stirring throughout the day. I dared not to go in and greet him...perhaps I wished to avoid confrontation, which with him was a regular and almost unavoidable occurrence.  Or perhaps I simply did not care. Many days seemed empty. And I blamed him for it. His lack of sustainable of useful interaction. His blatant lack of human empathy or sentiment. And these things I did not see when I was once close to him. I was once able to lean on him, to trust him, to confide in him. These luxuries from my childhood which I now longed for were

I am proud but I’m ashamed I am sorry, but I remain unchanged I beg for forgiveness but apologise never I didn’t give in to sin, I just got better