KINGS BLEED TOO

Dad has been sober from drugs for 27 years of his life. His son is 30 years old. My Superhero. My King. My idol; been imperfect, been in pain. He's been dealing with issues of loneliness, abandonment, self-worth, depression, and identity. Dad went on to have 4 sons. All 4 of them different, like the 3 different Mothers who birthed them. One of them, like his Father is, like his Mother is, was always into something. He sang in the church choir. He played the lead role in all the school plays, and always stood out whenever he had a ball in his hands.

He always kept a journal, just like his Mother. He was always writing/expressing his voice thru scribbled words only he could read. These days he still writes, as does his Mother. 30 years of pain. 30 years of joy. 30 years of tears. This is his story so far. Kings Bleed Too. Welcome to his fears.

4am in Guaynabo

Run.

Slow, fast, tempo, fartlek.

Run.

Towards your fears, insecurities, uncertainties.

Run.

Let nothing hold you back from progress.

Run.

Because not knowing, isn't as good as finding out.

Run.

Standing still never accomplished anything.

Run.

It's so much faster than walking.

Just run mi hermano, Just...

RUN.