Dys

 

I remember what it's like being a baby again, well, just one part of it. It feels like I have no object permanence, you know, it's why peek-a-boo is so much fun for babies. One minute it's there and then the next, hands are covering it, but you don't know that the funny face is still really there. 

 

Just being there, was just like being there. Watching you was like...not knowing if it was you. Patting my back, or looking into my eyes...I could see you. I wanted to say, but just like a baby not knowing how to speak, I was either too sad not knowing or too happy just feeling to say.

Maybe that's why so many others go with dysfunction, it's so much easier to deal with emotionally. That or, maybe I'm just a man with a heart.