meaning

Some people will kill for their children.

Others will choose to kill their children.

Some children kill their parents.

Sometimes there’s a reason.

And there are always reasons.

I sought help over the weekend. Physical pain necessitated intervention and brought mental pain into focus. Doctors, nurses, clinicians communicate with the vessel. Care is received and appreciated. Care will still be needed.

What happens when the deltas of provision and requirement cross?

A word we could use is consequence.

Or change.

I reflect on my own grasp of reality as some confidently work to convince us of things which are not true. I am thankful that I took an oath to a set of guidelines and ideals, rather than any fickle whining despot. It whines so much; I’m so tired of the whining.

Even more tired of the children who praise it.

And when the last bit of our mother is gone, perhaps there will be another to destroy.