i remain unchanged. my son sleeps on his mattress on the floor, draped in diffuse cloudy light. he is my sober dream, my ever-changing reality.
now, things are different. yet really only revealed, a motherhood uncovered from under the rubble of past and piles of remembering a childhood gone bitter. where were the good times? now is the great time, the evolution of love.
he sleeps so sweetly, yet i sleep none. a few meager and fortuitous moments here and there, some while walking or doing. still somehow, they are enough to fortify me. his breath nurtures my soul.
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