The Father (Xlll of X)

.2003.

..A rainy day, a grey afternoon, a long time ago.

...The pieces of the puzzle appearing as visions without understanding.

....Of those events I still, continue searching for meaning of..

.....Emotions plummeting down below, sad days followed from that day on.

......Ripped, torn apart, shattered...the heart of a widow, heart of a son, the window he went through.

.......Pieces missing, pieces protruding, glass penetrating cerebrals, metal shreds bathed in scarlet red.

........A lifetime flashing, blue and red lights disturbing the dinner table prayer...the news on the accident.

.........Going across dimensions...somewhere else, he stares as his family faces the steep stairs of sorrow without a helping hand.

..........Hand in hand, mother and son, step by step, the years went by, step by step.