Observation
This jungle of bark and shadows hits hard; my mom's gone and tomorrow I bury her. Life's moments slip away fast, never the same, while everyone scrambles in chaos, chasing their mask, their identity, woven into the tree of life. I see her in the maskless touch, masks once strong, now broken. Destruction guts you, exposes you, but something might grow. At the core is love, transcending life, death, reality, time. This moment drops the mask and faces the mess; let love thru even if it destroys u, start again.