He's been reading old messages and letters from a few years back.
For being so young, you have been through a lot, haven't you? I know you try to keep it cool and go on with your life, but you can't keep it to yourself all the time. It's bad for your head, and your heart. Having a glimpse of old memories are nice, aren't they? But remember Hubert, memories are what they are, don't try to make it any more than that.
At random times, he would realize that he is somewhat alone. Alone in a way that no one understands him. He hides under the sheets and covers, because in that small little space, he feels safe. He misses his family, his friends, his lovers. Go on Hubert, just turn on your little record player, and everything will be alright.
My mother gave me a single wooden chopstick. She told me to snap it; and I did. She then gave me three the next time around. She told me to snap all three at once. I couldn't.
She then tells me a story of how this was a old adage. An adage a parent would use for their children. The first stick represented myself, and it was fragile. The later two sticks were my brothers, and the bond made it impossible to break. It was her point, that we shouldn't be on our own.
I returned with a thought. "What if the first chopstick you gave me was ivory instead of wood, then it would be ok." She smiled. I knew her intentions, but its pointless.
The month of August wasn't so bad. Despite the financial destitute, I managed to get things done. With good friends, anything can be uplifted.
So my brother, Jason, recently bought a house in Corona. As I previously blogged before a few months back, this purchase will change much in the current house. As of right now, I have no idea what is going to happen. But overall, I do not want to relocate.
