Being around him is like being with an egg rolling across an interstate of unseen cars. Anxiety weighs heavily on those of us closest to him, not knowing when the invisible anonymous thought will smash the moment of stability in his jealous mind, haunted by schizophrenia. A vibrant, loving, troubled and sensitive soul who keeps a beagle named Bagel and believes that if you don’t wash your hair eventually your hair will wash itself. This morning, while sitting on the back deck, the four little birds at the bird feeder convinced him that he could fly. To believe it. Go high.
Brilliantly told, and with such strong imagery.