Dear Stupid Boy,

I went to your mass.

The one where they said
nice things about you,
all while brushing over
your real life,
hiding it under a carpet,
in the same way that
we killed you.

I should think
that had we
just loved and accepted you
as you were
and supported you
with endless encouragement
and undying love
and said,

“Go be free, you’re great!”
“Play your guitar.”
“Draw your pictures!”

Maybe.
As they say,
it is as it is,
and you can’t
enforce will against nature.

But the Catholics don’t teach love and acceptance.
They only teach suffering
and hating yourself.
Which is what we did,
for many years,
and it just didn’t work out.

I am Apostate. I will find a better way for us.
Your last Mass is mine as well.

Funny thing about Catholics:

A man can live his life
however he pleases,
be whomever he is,
do whatever he does,
and at the end of the road
they’ll still box you up,
say a Mass,
say you were a
‘good Christian‘
and send you off
from whence you came.

I reject that.
We should celebrate who you were,
not who they wanted you to be.
I know who you were,
because you were also me.
I was you!
We are STILL each other!

Though half of my being
may be lost at sea,
free to roam the stars,
the other half is grounded.

I yet have to endure
being.

Thus in your love,
you have found a way
to make me half-immortal.
Though,
I am still half a man
who will die eventually,
just like you.
However,
even being,
just half a man,
it is more than enough,
to do what I must.

You may be free,
but I am still soulbound
by Saturn’s command.
Ordered to work,
and to strive,
until that very day,
I join you at sea.

I should like us to be
reborn as Libras:
Social.
Charming.
Balanced.
Beautiful,
and in harmony.

In Undying Love,

Another Stupid Boy

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY…