what is it about a mom's tone of voice that instills a moment of failure in the heart. something in the way the words come through their minds and out their mouth strikes a chord on the inner self doubt that you never want to admit exsits. doing everything i can not to cry. doesn't matter what happens, it takes a second to cave into myself and hate what i find for what i haven't done. avoidence should have been my motivation. this love in a different pitch, love far too obvious to be seen, far too personal to be acknowledged, just understood in retrospect. i'm learning to go away, and come back when i've had my breath.

still breathing.