stereochele
I knew my paternal grandfather a little. I remember him bald. I remember not liking Hexxus from the movie Ferngully because his head reminded me of my grandfather and I knew he wasn't evil. But I didn't really know him. Much like the rest of my family. Just little memories float on.
You are told hold steadfast to things. Your faith, or be steadfast in your work ethic. I feel like I'm missing some kind of steadfast-ness gene.
I feel like I don't live here anymore. People think I do, because this is the shell I've occupied for only 24 years, but I can't really say i live here anymore. This isn't home. I'm constantly looking above, floating outside myself. No occupants here.