Everything I don't have...

Everything I don't have I owe to him. I was asked if there was anything I could send to his daughter of his and the sad thing is, very little and she can definitely have it. As sentimental as he would sometimes be, he lived in a vacuum focused on his constant hand to mouth obsessions, all his addiction, the effort he put into not sharing with anybody but me. His fear of silence that would lead to hours into years of wasted time and focus. He was hiding from regret, from rejection, from his own soul.