when he comes into the room and lays down on his back with a flashlight in his hand and says it like he needs to hear it, "i am dylan" and that turns into a song, "i am dylan, i am dylan, i am dylan".
and aren't we all here trying to remember who we are again and again. like at the dinner table when one wants another to sit in a certain seat and the other would rather not and the conversation is all a pointing of fingers at each other but really the struggle is with self and there are tears and hard words and innocent bystanders with hurt feelings, isn't it then that we most just need to remember who we are.
i am broken.
i am loved.
i am family.
i can love.