My mum and my Abu are here. The fragility of their existences is ever present on my mind. But they are here. This is a special time. Because they are here.
Tag: caring
Dread
Again and again I'm reminded of how little people care.
Money morality mortality
As much as I'd like to think myself wonderfully selfless, finding reward in the creation of my art, regardless of its reception or renumeration, and only sometimes being reminded of how little I've 'lived' and mourning this, although always mourning the accident and its effects on my life, tonight I've been thinking about how, I've… Continue reading Money morality mortality
Mothering teens
Why is it that These days Even when I meet Those younger than me More often than not They end up Mothering me
LYNA GALLIARA 