Him..... What?... Mary.

"The depth makes me smile
Makes me wonder what is this?
How could you feel so good".

Keep Watching Me.

Everyone has a means of expressing what they think, what they feel, what they want... everything.

I express myself through art & through everything I love. It's not quite hard to spot some things I really love. Whatever I do, I am proud of.

My life or my means of expression MIGHT not be the best way for some of you.

-Watch.

-You like? You don't?

-Continue to enjoy what you see. Or. Shut up & walk away.

The steps above are there to help individuals to get a grip of themselves.

Your opinions or views are YOURS. Mine are MINE.

No restriction of my intelligence & artistic nature.

You don't know. Some day you will.... maybe.

If you're lucky.

I'm a lover. I love.

I really love.

I am sorry if that's hard for some of you to understand.

Maybe one day you will.

DAMN.

Shit is quite complicated... every nerve in my body was fucked.

I just didn't understand how she got me so agitated...

"That's not how you communicate with your daughter!" I spat those words in her face.

Shit IS complicated. It shouldn't be.

She cried as I spoke. "NO! This is not going to be my fault" I screamed in my head.

She should have spoken to me. Asked. She should have listened.

We should have talked. Like mother & daughter.

I shouldn't be pushed in that manner. I called her crazy. But, she was...at that specific moment I felt like I was fighting a stranger.

Or am I the stranger? To her...?

I feel like I am... she doesn't recognize me anymore.

I understand. I am not that girl. The girl I was before.

My total independence has affected my life greatly & maybe a tad bit faster than usual.

Wait. This is the way it should be. Maybe she's a tad bit slow?

I know she will never understand until she allows herself to. Until she stops talking & allows me to. Until she realizes... I have always known a little too much. I will always move a little too fast. I will always learn a lot.

She can't save me from the world. I can't survive with her.

I'm in this alone.

I love her. I know she loves me too.

But.

I don't think we will ever be the same.