Chapter 2 The end is near
Every time a thought would come to mind, it would stay put. I wouldn't taste it in my mouth; the sour or sweetness of it drove me mad. There, the thought lay in a dark and crowded place, never to be heard of again.
I was no better than a plant, something either to admire or to eventually let die away. It did not matter, I was weak. And though I let it all get to me, I regretted it.
The man from my mother's life will be the death of my humanity. I still have the feeling of her regret grinding at my teeth; it stinks up my nose.
They were gone; all her smiles were wiped away from my memory. A foreign texture had touched her lips and left me her bitter words. No longer being myself, I was to have a mute feeling that kept at my consciousness; all those screams of anger burn my ears, forcing the numbness to envelope me.