It's funny how some memories
In our minds they have been burned...
    I listen to a song about mothers and daughters
Hey mama, is this song about you...
    A still frame
A moment in time...
    Am I genuine or fake?
I think I've made a mistake...
    My blood looks enticing in its compartments.
I’m tempted to pierce my paper-thin skin...
    They do not change like the seasons. 
My mother is the height of summer...
    Sometimes I just don’t wanna be invisible.
My words are drained in the silence of my parents...
    It was all too much
for a moment...
      You never said I'm leaving
  You never said goodbye...
My dad was a warrior, the toughest man I have ever...
    A picnic on the edge of forest of pines, 
Patches flowers bloom as the warm sun shines...
    Who knew something so small 
could be the highlight of the day...