Compendium (return)


Here, you will find – exclusively – my humble compendium of letters. These are the correspondence I have maintained with my family. I submit them to your review for reasons I do not understand.

Forgive such musings as here follow. They are merely awkward attempts to understand a reality which eludes language. And, now they are yours.

6.21.2007

My Child Comma

My Child,

I am going to hurt you, I am going to cause you pain. I am going to give you reason to reflect on my remarkable cruelty. I am going to say things into your hearing that you will tell your shocked therapist years later.

I'm just writing to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the unnecessary baggage that I'll heap upon you, and force you to carry on the journey of your choosing.

I hope you carry it better than I have carried mine. I hope you display a zealous strength - a resilience rare and bright.

Just know that parental apologies are rare in the light of day. Beneath the moon, however, as you dream your dreams, I will whisper words that cannot be shouted honestly: "I'm sorry."


There was a time I could move there was a time I could breathe
The crowded spaces filled with angry faces
It didn’t once cross my mind
With paranoia on my heels; Will you love me still
when we awake and see that the sanity has gone from my eyes?

I got secrets from you, you got secrets from me
Because you’re so worried about what I’m gonna to think,
Well I’m worried too
But if love is a game, girl, then you’re gonna win
I’ll spend the rest of my life bringing victory in
If you want me to


- Paranoia in Bb Major
The Avett Brothers


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