You spoke to me with the words of a mother, are you a mother like the mothers in fictional stories seen on screens larger than life itself, like those having children that kept on dreaming, I was once the son of a mother not screamin’, one too scared to love her only son, one that kept asking what was going on, and expecting an answer, I refused to budge, to give an inch of truth of the goings on inside, & fuck. and fuck you, and so life goes on, in silence