I always wanted to be exactly like my mother. She was the nicest person I had ever met and was always surrounded by people. I wanted to be just like her, but the more I tried, the more I felt my own spirit drifting away.
Drifting away to drown. I found myself drowning in regret for the things I missed because I was trying to emulate someone I wasn’t. So I retreated. I retreated back to myself and tried to remember what I liked to do. I quickly realized I could carry her with me and still not be her.
Standing Room Only 