mother stands for comfort

Good Good. You know I don't know what it is and I'll admit I was really distrustful, hopeful, but distrustful that you and things had really changed. I don't think I was necessarily wrong to feel that way then, like now, this one instance, you are really nice, and funny, and like how it was way back in the neverland. And that's nice. So maybe it's true. But also, maybe it's not. Maybe I can just be kind in the eyes when I see you, but I do still see you, la finta nonna.

Swarmy comes to mind. Vulture. Feeder of death and the dying. A personal definition. I'm sorry, but I just can't shake that. Like my brothers. My childhood. I am just all too knowledgeable, unfortunately.