Dear Dad, Everybody said that I am your exact copy, but I haven't fled from our secrets like you did. I ain't like you, tell me is loving someone this hard, a curse to livelihood? (Caption...) (Read Caption...) Can't you see my bones are deteriorating like the emperors of sand at the harbour? Why can't you see how lonely I am after you've left. I can't explain people when they ask me to meditate that mental health is a huge deal and can't be dealt with these simple therapies. Why can't you see my fingers clutching an empty hand of yours in wind, why can't you hear people who refer me as a bonker? Am I insane if I am trying to transform lonliness into pain, pain into disorders, diso