2/11/22
He is sure of his ability to have orchestrated the ghost of his mother. He is sure that his longing and search for her in any way manifested itself with tiresome devotion to her. Crippling fear keeps him at a distance, a comfortable distance to not disturb further feelings that is sure to bring about dread to his gut and a lump to his throat. He falls asleep watching, what he is sure, is his minds creation, only to wake to it have dispersed like a thick cloud of smoke.

7/11/23
Wrought over the weeks and months with a need for change, to rid past burdens and weight that he feels will never heal or better themselves. Knows, without a doubt, that he will never be able to move on from all that has occurred throughout his childhood, but is beginning to understand that he can at least have a say and hand in his future. And, as such, brainstorming new names and trying some out for a while to see what truly speaks to him.