Impulse

everyone needs to tell their life story, everyone needs a biggest fan.
if nothing else, this is a shot.

so let's start at the beginning, the rising action, the times i have little to know memory. I was birthed. the night, I imagine, was cold. frigid even, The Man loved his wife then. every action has a consequence. every action is inconsequential. this night serves little to know purpose. I exist. oh yay, I exist. but who doesn't?

so let us fast foward, something i do remember, a first memory even.

Doing! mushrooms will always make that noise being crushed under my foot. in the background "you did what? why did you buy that for them?" The Man screamed at His Wife then, "like they need another toy!" first memory - anger.
there's little else to remember here. so let us fast forward.

I'm learning to read. I might be five now. reading the bible. The Man stayed away from His Wife then. "hands are for loving" but don't quote me, everything's fading. I became excited and told the man, so he went and got a stick. second memory - pain.
everything's fading, so let us fast forward.

"can we stay here to eat mommy?"
The Man loved his wife then.
"no, it's more expensive."
third memory - manipulation.
you get the point?
history repeats itself
I hate me.
I hate him
and i wear his face every day of my life.
and you wonder why i'm unhappy?
I know this may not be abnormal,
but you wonder why we're all unhappy?

there's little else to do, i know you, you know me, so let's do the little we can, and please, Hold on.