I don't know how we do it, but we manage to laugh the most when we are in the most pain. You are incredible, I can tell you of my sadness and you will listen with cradling care and then somehow, in some inexplicable way, you will make me laugh until I feel sick with cramps. You will tell me of your need for somewhere to escape to and something will emerge in me that will completely change my outlook. I don't know if that something is good or bad, but I know it is a mash of all the ugly and hateful things I have ever felt. Then I will somehow mould it into a joke that you and I will belly-laugh over for what feels like eternity.
Our humour, we have learned over the years, is ridiculously dark with the blunt truth of reality. Yet it is one of the only humours that I can truly laugh to.
Me and my beautiful mum.
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PoésieMostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊 Also: Helloooo! Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
