"There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth: Not going all the way, and not starting." ~ Buddha
Even in my diminished circumstances I play the part of the country gentleman, and yet every day the role is more ill-fitting, like I’m a child wearing my father’s overcoat. I should shrug it off, step free, but acts of horror tie me to this place. We thought we could expunge it, but that has only led to more blood. I am still tethered to this life, trapped between clinging to the past and throwing it away, but never responsible. As long as someone else dealt the cards, it was never my fault for playing the game. I waver between old ash and fresh air, tied down by the guilt for the rage of a child that I have been too afraid to look at for twenty years.
Until now.
