Honestly ?

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.

For everything.

And for nothing.

The End

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