Arrogances

Imagine sitting in front of the window, looking outside, observing trees and the beautiful skies.

The trees that swinging side to side because of wind. The loudest noises from the inside lingering in my ears always irritate me. I cannot imagine how someone manages to stand still despite the inside of him decaying. The smell of his breath defines the sword in his words; the scent of his unbearable personality influenced his main claw to hook and sway her slowly into the path of destruction.

Today, the insult I have heard to portray my deceased father is inexcusable.

“He’s old as f*ck!”

“ Despite many repetitive questions to ask an adult about behaving as a child, the closed-minded one will never lend an ear and take accountability. “