Mother. Carved out from you, I split you. Cling on to you. Slow your stride. I outgrow your shadow. You remain - standing, bleeding. Your knowledge lit the hearth. Your love remained unacknowledged. Your dreams unfinished. You are weak. You chose to be. To kneel when you could stand. To yield when you could seek. Servility is no humility. You will not have my sympathy. I looked up to you. I look down at you my impotent creator.
I've never done this before. Neither have I. I think it's too early. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm scared. I feel funny. Is it supposed to be like this? I always thought it would be different. Not with you. Never with you. I can do without this. Oh, I don't need this either. What about tomorrow? Yeah, today won't be the same after this. We won't be the same after this. There's no turning back. It feels right though. I feel fine. Alright, I'll do it. I'll do it. I love you. I love you.