6:16 a.m.
I am my mother but I do not take after her fury
juvenile and youthful as it is, remaining under the bed of a mattress shared by ten
I am my own mother because I hold myself and my past and I cradle it with unconditional care, not love
tender care and nostalgic love
can you feel nostalgia over something not there, never then and never now?
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YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Puisia taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
