Post by sombra on Jun 15, 2017 12:54:14 GMT -8
Legacy. It means the world to me. I am my father's son. My sons are their father's sons. On and on and on we go. It's a cycle our family has been on for half a century. We were born into this circus act, traveling from town to town while still in the womb. And now, here we go again.
My father has been gone for a few years now, and yet I still see him everywhere I go. Mirrors are my worst enemy. When I see me, I see him. His eyes. His disappointment. His nose. To hide from him, I hide from the world. I wear this mask. I wear this paint. Every stitch, every drop… protects me from him… protects the world… from me.
And my boys, my legacy… they follow in my footsteps. They wear masks for different reasons… their own reasons. One red. One blue. They are on this journey along with me, but they seem like total strangers to me. They even go by different names than I gave them at birth.
When I speak to them, they keep up the facade that they are not my sons. I tell them there's no camera on them, that it's okay to be who they are. And yet… they fabe even me. I don't understand the names they've chosen, so they are red and blue to me. We are going to work together, whether they accept who they are or not.
It's taken me decades to accept that I am my father's son. I hope their journey is not as treacherous as my own. All I want… all I have ever wanted… was for them to be happy. They don't know what it's like to have an absent father. Even when I knew him, he was still miles away… light-years even… and now he's gone.
But I'm still here. Fighting the fight that my father started some fifty years ago. I still carry the last remnant of his billion dollar corporation. After he fell, so did it… and I carry this relic as a reminder of how powerful he once was… how powerful his organization once was. This championship is his legacy. And it means the world to me.
My father has been gone for a few years now, and yet I still see him everywhere I go. Mirrors are my worst enemy. When I see me, I see him. His eyes. His disappointment. His nose. To hide from him, I hide from the world. I wear this mask. I wear this paint. Every stitch, every drop… protects me from him… protects the world… from me.
And my boys, my legacy… they follow in my footsteps. They wear masks for different reasons… their own reasons. One red. One blue. They are on this journey along with me, but they seem like total strangers to me. They even go by different names than I gave them at birth.
When I speak to them, they keep up the facade that they are not my sons. I tell them there's no camera on them, that it's okay to be who they are. And yet… they fabe even me. I don't understand the names they've chosen, so they are red and blue to me. We are going to work together, whether they accept who they are or not.
It's taken me decades to accept that I am my father's son. I hope their journey is not as treacherous as my own. All I want… all I have ever wanted… was for them to be happy. They don't know what it's like to have an absent father. Even when I knew him, he was still miles away… light-years even… and now he's gone.
But I'm still here. Fighting the fight that my father started some fifty years ago. I still carry the last remnant of his billion dollar corporation. After he fell, so did it… and I carry this relic as a reminder of how powerful he once was… how powerful his organization once was. This championship is his legacy. And it means the world to me.