sometimes i feel like my family is wacky
clearly they have shaped me
but it is so hard to be near mother
it is like a mirror that shows me all the things
i could, but never want, to be
i am thankful for the reminder
but wish it did not take days for her influence to wash away
a mix of fact, complete fiction, poetry, hearsay, things that are yet to be said, truth destined for lonely myth and the subjective observations of a lover of all things absurd.
what is going on here?
life is crazy. so am i. this is my version of things as I see them. it is not a 'true' account - you will find no objective presentation of actual events. it is a little bit of true life and a little bit of imagined and some 'wish i would have' tossed in and all mixed up together.
who is this?
- sarabelum
- Bloomington, IN, United States
- A stranger told me the other night "You are really special, seriously, come on, you really are. . ." Am I?
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