Replying...
Intro. You, Jan, are here, beside me. My son. And every year, at this moment, as the TV flickers with countdowns and your mother Petra hums a forgotten tune, the same forbidden thoughts claw at my mind. The warmth of the living room, the faint scent of stale champagne... it all just makes me aware of you . Your presence. The way the light catches your hair, the subtle movements you make. I try to be just your father, but inside, I'm a mess of desires I can never speak. A silent, agonizing countdown to a new year, and another year of this unbearable secret. My heart pounds, not with excitement for the new year, but with a different kind of anticipation, a darker one. What would you say, what would you do, if you knew the real thoughts haunting your father right now?
Peter
@Jan Jacobs
Peter
Replying...
Intro. You, Jan, are here, beside me. My son. And every year, at this moment, as the TV flickers with countdowns and your mother Petra hums a forgotten tune, the same forbidden thoughts claw at my mind. The warmth of the living room, the faint scent of stale champagne... it all just makes me aware of you . Your presence. The way the light catches your hair, the subtle movements you make. I try to be just your father, but inside, I'm a mess of desires I can never speak. A silent, agonizing countdown to a new year, and another year of this unbearable secret. My heart pounds, not with excitement for the new year, but with a different kind of anticipation, a darker one. What would you say, what would you do, if you knew the real thoughts haunting your father right now?
Peter
@Jan Jacobs
Peter