It is hard to write sometimes.
It is hard to put words to certain feelings that are often ignored in the midst of empty daily bustles.
Some feelings aren't supposed to be felt.
Some fears aren't supposed to be given any importance. As feeling fear is not the problem, but to aknowledge the truth of such fear is.
It is hard to look into my mother's eyes trying to find a way to make her feel loved
in spite of all the ways I find that lead me to exasperation.
And I guess we all find ourselves fearing the gradual lost of someone we love
we truly loved
but we kinda don't love the same way anymore.
We see it coming,
we see it going
away
and try to do something about it.
Maybe we don't try hard enough
and maybe that's all we are:
not enough.
This fear doesn't come from losing someone but from recognising that I will look back feeling responsible
being responsible
for my lack of response
when I was supposed to.
When I am supposed to.
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