A Letter To My Future Son

Dear son,

As I sit here scribbling away with a troubled pen, I stutter letters retracing the troubled sounds that i wish you have no part in learning. I hope that inevitability grants you a break from its hold. I'm sorry that the world you have entered is nothing but trials and tribulations of a nature too great for you to understand. I'm sorry that you'll have to learn love as a concept. I hope you learn quicker than I ever did that there is no concept at all. There will be times in your life where you feel as if you're being choked at the neck when trying to figure out what being stable is for the one(s) you love. The density of that matter has eaten at many and I hope you are strong enough to break its plate. There will be times where you will feel surrounded by complete darkness. But in every shade of black that is painted within those walls just know that farther down are the lanterns I set out for you. I have enough apologies to make you a house and enough grief to insulate the walls. I have enough hope to pave your steps and enough love to riddle the garden with. Son, this world has eaten away at my core and corrupted my seeds of sanity. But for you i plan to be the compass in your journeys.