[besideyouintime]

There is a woman...

24 years ago, this woman made a difficult decision, because of circumstances that remian irrelavent...

After carrying the entity within herself for months on end, the woman decided that once it was to enter this world... seeing it would only make the decision vanish... that she could not follow through with it once it was held in her arms.

Cold, frightened, screaming... the entity immersed, covered in the fluid that provided warmth, nurishment, and comfort to it, now dripping to the floor taking with it, all it had been to the entity.

Wisked away... Confused, and overwhelmed with sensorys and images, so traumatic the entity can only now begin to imagine what took place. 24 years later.

The entity sits now. Unable to sleep. Now realising he resides only 10 mins away from the place she set him forth, seeking whatever means possible to provide an outlet for the feelings brewing deep within its concious.

Searching, hoping, endlessly sifting through a maze of others like himself, wishing that maybe...just maybe... there is a woman, doing the same thing.

There is a woman.



This woman, gave life to a wonderful being. A being full of flaws. A being full of love. A being full of a thirst for knowledge, understanding, and wisdom.

This woman, who so long ago chose to sacrifice her love, so that this being could experience a life that she could not provide... deserves resolution.

This woman, deserves rest. Her outstretched arms long to embrace this being, have done so, in knowing. Knowing that this being would one day feel, and understand there lies an untold connection between them. Knowing that this being would one day seek to find her.

This woman deserves to know that her decision was one that truly fullfilled its intentions, and that this being holds no remorse or anger towards her for doing so.

That this being wants nothing more now than to see her once again, for the first time. To see and feel the complex organism, whos cells produced him. To embrace...This woman.





Mom.

Whatever your reasons. Leave them behind.

Find me.

Help me find you.

With your name, with your face... Only then will the woman become complete to me.

And with that, I can thank her.