MOMoirs

June 12, 2012

I'm Really Down In The Dumps Right Now

image from: http://flepi.net/art/jill-greenberg-les-enfants-pleurent/

At some point, there is a certain kind of pain one will get used to. You know you mastered that sadness when you are certain it won't leave you, not ever. It overwhelms your entire body, your heart damaged, your stomach empty. There's no hiding from it anymore. It creeps, it sweeps, it stays. 

(Note: This is prolly Sylvia Plath induced. Warning: Do not over read her.) 

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Dear Pio,

I dream that one day you will be able read me, my thoughts, my feelings, all deep-seated emotions I only let myself know. There really is no one who can but when you are old enough, I hope you will.

Loving you every moment of everyday,

Mom 

P.S. You can read Plath by the way.