• Nothing Like My Mother

    by  • November 7, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Thoughts • 0 Comments

    She’s warm,

    Reminds me of ginger bread cookies baking in a small cozy house

    She’s kind,

    She speaks positively and from her own opinions, not from a book of verses

    She smells of chanel and cigarettes, nothing like the stench of evil that can radiate from such a cold soul

    I see the way she speaks to my father

    She speaks kindly, softly, with love in her eyes and clearly in her heart

    I see his happiness and it spills from him to me

    I feel the love he has for her and it spills from him to me

    I could not be more open, and I am such a chronically closed off person

    A recluse, lost in the world of my own making

    It feels like it was always meant to be this, always meant to be a reality

    I believe that the world still has good things to give us, and karma is making it’s way around in such a great way

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