this sounds like my son too J.

and the girl who became a mom but was still just a girl. and time has flown by somehow, she sees her grown up kid in a big body, but he's still just a kid, who was exposed to too much too young. remembers his soft blonde hair that's almost tangled dreadlocks now, his big brown eyes, his hot wheels he'd sort out, the legos he played with, the days at the beach, the playdates with other kids.

the innocent times before drugs, before the playdates stopped, before we were outcasts...

that time is gone, i can't go back and fix it for him now...

emo break, i just had to go cry in the office bathroom.

at this point, we find the pieces, pick them up... try to put it back together... fill in the gaps with violet light that will heal anything...