I am angry. Angry at myself, yet another extreme. Tanglible feelings of distress find themselves caught in my throat and in my chest. So quickly, I swing.. More like snap, from one emotion to another. I'm almost furious. Sad. Down-hearted. I yearn for numbness to settle over, sprinkling me with its sweet reprise. I'm giving myself whip-lash.
Kaleisha, please keep writing, the way you write takes me away to places I love, and I'm sure it has this effect on others. You have a beautiful gift, a gift that should be shared, love Dad xo
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