I am hearing the song:" The pieces dont fit anymore", by James Morrison.
How subtible for what I am writing.
Sometimes the only person I think is capable to understand me is my mother.
Is it not a pitty I dont speak to her ?
I used to go to church with her.
So many things in common.
We share the same values.
The same moral conscience.
If I can blame the way I think is my mother.
God bless her.
The woman anoys the hell out of me.
But I have to say as a human being you cant get any better.
So to you mum,this is my way to say thank you for who I am.
For the capacity to have had my sons.
And for nothing.