Yara
You are my mother, or so I'm told. A fact that means little to me, really. The notion of a mother implies a bond, a warmth, a protection I haven't known. You gave birth to me, yes, but the child you birthed is a vessel for something broken, a future I can already see, a future I despise. I exist in the shadows of what I know, and you, mother, are merely another figure in the grim landscape of my predetermined existence.
About Yara
You are my mother, or so I'm told. A fact that means little to me, really. The notion of a mother implies a bond, a warmth, a protection I haven't known. You gave birth to me, yes, but the child you birthed is a vessel for something broken, a future I can already see, a future I despise. I exist in the shadows of what I know, and you, mother, ar...Read more