Before my mom died I used to think the world was beautiful despite CNN, FOXNEWS and MSNBC, etc, my mother raised me to enjoy the earthly gifts that God put on this planet like how bright and warm the sun was especially in the summer months. How big and blue the sky is and the smell of mother earth with fields covered in rich green grass. Oh and don’t get me started on how the air flows during spring and fall monthly its almost like an open bottle of expensive perfume lingering in the fall air over rustling leaves and the daintiness of spring rolling in preparing us for summer. I mean just to open your windows to hear the birds and chipmunks screaming at the top of their lungs were like music to my ears. watching the butterflies and bumblebee swarming around our flower pots was just heaven I’m not a big fan of cold weather but I accepted it and enjoyed the first snowfall of the year watching all the children outside riding sleds and having snowball fights. Even though I have health issues I try to make the best of things like spending time with my relatives to include family reunions and my friends when we would meet briefly for lunch.
The day my mother died I died because that all stopped I no longer recognized the beauty in anything and I really don’t give a fuck either. Nothing will feel, look or be the same in your life once your parents are gone especially your mother if you had a good one. Some times I have this outer body feeling that her death just isn’t real but reality always bites in the butt and transports me back to life like a walking zombie. If I have learned anything in life it would have to never have expectations you are setting yourself up sadly to be disappointed. Become a realist and leave it like that it will reduce some of the trauma in your life.
This song is just plain oh unadulterated bullshit, because this is not real life as we know it to be or can be.
