Sometimes family are not all that

In way this is just words in a roam.

I feel that I could stay here for ever ,I feel more at peace when I write I wonder if I can find work  related to it....

When I sit still and listen to the silence surronding me I remenber stories my nana used to tell me about her daugthers,how they were,how they grew,how life was,funny to think of my mum as a little girl...

Sometimes i forget she existed prior giving birth to me...

I am sorry that I do...

I dont hate you mum,I simply can`t speak to you.

So silence rules..

An ocean between us also helps...

The dark that is present every day in my soul tells me that I am not easy to talk to or relat to,which is ok.

Because I dont really care for that.

I am;always have been alone,the books have been my  only  company as far as I  recall.

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