Sweet dreams Dad.

The Sky is silent. But who can say the same for my Heart. The moon is still. So my mind play the part of waves crashing the sea shores hard. I miss you Dad, so in the middle of this night, i will write about what i used to have. I know people Die, I see and hear this often. But who can truly feel the pain but only that of the child. Other's look and feel sadness. You look and the whole world is crashing around your tears, The dreams is nightmares with a sense of you being watched.

Who knows but the doctor, when operating on your crushed spleen. The weight of death was to much too handle. Sweet dreams Dad sleep tight. I am sorry for the trouble i caused before death and i hope you forgive me in the afterlife.  Sweet Dreams.