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I have no title for this one...
I watched it's creation, I saw it's collapse
I felt the suspicion, I muffled the laughs
I thought it was leaving, I begged it to stay
But my words were all bridges that led it away
Impatient and stubborn and too full of thought
I helped to conceive something I knew I was not
And through all the pushing I fell where you were
But all that remained was the blur
I picked up the chisel and steadied my hand
To form into something that I'd understand
Through visions so vivid, alive in my head
I chipped at the living until it was dead
It's screams and it's pleading were silenced by fear
I thought it was mute, it knew I couldn't hear
Understanding was losing all that you knew
And that meant I had to lose you...
So yeah, I talked to my mother and my siblings last night... it was wonderful. I cried on the phone with her and told her I remembered how she used to tuck me into bed and sing me songs. She told me the note I wrote her was poignant and truthful... She told me that now she could celebrate the new year with honest excitement... That meant so much to me. I love you, mom.