The Sun Book Pt 1

From a False Father Figure

I’m hungry. And you don’t have covering. Pack of wolves is missing me, while hunting in disguise leading those with wool. Stepping in to play a role cause you’re missing someone. I’m hungry and you don’t have covering.

Which clan are you from again? Still deciding I see. I miss home, being away for so long is trying, convincing that to be a father, I need to have one. To be a family I need to own one. But my memories show, fathers sacrifice their young to be stronger on their own. Time consumes itself, to stay living. Time is here and gone in every moment. My memory says, you have to defend your position, and that only one can lead a pack at a time. I have to stay long living. And so I consume. And pray over my meal. Thankful for its sacrifice. To make me live long, more grown and stronger for it. It is not false to tell you this in quiet rooms. It is not false to wear wool to blend in. To cook those hoping to be in family. And in this way, you’ll learn the lessons father secretly wanted to teach his sons. But it doesn’t matter so much, if they are eaten one by one.