So close to dying, my mom must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her, and I felt ready to live it all again too. As is all that blind rage would wash me clean, rid me of hope for the first time. And that night alive with the signs and stars. I open myself to the gental indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself, so like a brother, really. I felt that I had been happy, and I was happy again. Happy that I was consimated. For me to feel less alone [??????]
So close to dying, my mom must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her, and I felt ready to live it all again too. As is all that blind rage would wash me clean, rid me of hope for the first time. And that night alive with the signs and stars. I open myself to the gental indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself, so like a brother, really. I felt that I had been happy, and I was happy again. Happy that I was consimated. For me to feel less alone [??????]