Friday, November 16, 2012

Mother and Her Bleeding Love

I wonder what she would say if she were able to scream her hearts out. Affection? Hatred?

Maybe she loved us, in her own way. Maybe she hated us, at the same time. But she would not do anything, merely because she was the mother. Forever a mother to us.

I pity her, very very much. I guess I am no different to an evil in her eyes.
I wanted to love you, but to me it was not easy at all. They killed your past, they created what they depicted as an ideal future. Bloody idealism.

I am sorry, mother. I hope you could accept my apology.

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