Observation

A dream flutters, ephemerally preserved. But a fleeting moment of beginnings. I fell deeper, Through a postern of parallels where time is a farce. We were omnipresent in each other’s existence throughout all existence. Exploring different figures and plots before returning to a familiar place. We are Gods bc We are love. I fall deeper. Outside myself Beside myself Inside and around myself I see myself. I know this apologue of infinites. The crack in the egg just aperture For light to reveal our masterpiece.

Response 1

"We are just as vulnerable as our kids" - I struggled with postpartum depression for a yr after our firstborn. Had to shed the skin of who I was in order to become who I was meant to be. What a journey it was. Too many thoughts here. You got this papa bear

Response 2

I too was once crying in that dirty swamp. Felt like the feelings of sadness and jealousy would never leave. The doubts that I wasn't good enough. But "doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother." I started choosing me. It MATD.

Response 3

Beautiful sentiment. I take a contrarian view as someone who experienced trauma from a mother that was not realized until after becoming a father. So much to the surface as I began to realize what happened. And doing the work to ensure it never repeated.

Revision

And my hope is our masterpiece takes the best parts of us and lays to rest what must die. It ends here so it can begin with you.

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