And I have to admit to feeling a little like it is. James is a child Thomas had with my ex-girlfriend (don't get me started...) and my name used to be on the birth certificate. For two years, he was legally my child, not that I knew he existed. One DNA test later and the certificate is fixed now, but I still feel connected to him.
I just realised how messed up my life sounds. Hmm.
That sweet little boy is missing and I can't stand it. I want to fight for him. For my best friend. I was sent home by my beautiful wife after 30 odd hours of running around the city searching. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't stop.
But just maybe, if I could dream, I could find him.
Why the fucking fuck then, can't I dream? I would toss my pills away, but I'd be in the doghouse for weeks. I try to sleep, but it's not happening. And I don't want to risk a sleeping aid. It might skew any visions that did come.
Argh, someone come sing me a lullaby or read me the goddamn Bible or something. Anything to put me to sleep.