There are no angels or demons in my family. No heroes, no villains, no saints nor sinners.
Just humans – all of us very flawed humans.
Poverty. Wealth. Trauma. Abuse. Alcoholism. In waves and cycles and circles.
Every eye is too blind to see their part in things.
We will climb to the heavens and pluck the moon from where she sits, so you may hold her in your hand.
Just as soon as we will drag you down to hell.
We will do anything but cry.
They cannot see our tears.
Anything but that.
Laughs and Lobotomies 