Motherly Love

We did in ways agree to be apart for fear of intimacy. In times of need, I fled you and then you called me but little did I know that you were genuine. I saw in the darkness of your room, watchful, pensive. As I watched you toss and turn in uncomfortable drowsiness, I pondered over the choices. It is true what she said about being emotionally distant. I suppose that's the plague of our generation - anything goes. But the truth is, I miss you. Yeah, the truth is that I miss you so.

New York. Mr Black. Pre-drug-raid days. He showed up with his friend, dirty martini and then there was me. Why did I look after him? Why not put on selfish airs like the rest of them, like his friend, the one who lost all morals... we can never be friends. Twenty five. Who really cared? A couple. And now, as I dial and the responses alude me. What can it be when need? Come on in, I've gotta tell you what I state I'm in, I've gotta tell you in my loudest tone.

For what is this life? For me, I know. But I can't live it in isolation. I can't live it surrounded by people who don't give a fuck, can I? He was right, I'm caught in the middle, among those who care and do not accept and among those who don't care and do not accept. I accept but am not accepted. Here. Simple. Restrain.

J'ai change d'avis.