all things between my skin and hers
I still live inside mother's womb, a womb as enormous as the universe, it hugs me with the water of its calling. The calling, the answers, the antidote to all my yearning. I knew it can save me, I knew it is near me, I knew it is at the grasp of my fingertips, but I cannot understand it. Do I disappoint you, mother?
I cry when I know she is close to me, her love is the source of me; I cry when I know mother is listening, but I do not know if I ever said a thing she deems worth hearing; I cry when I doubt her, cannot make up my mind whether she is pushing me away, or pulling me close.
It must be love from a generous mother.