How does a thirty year old have 29 years of work experience?
In my mind, I imagined a little boy, struggling with social situations. Surrounded by those who wanted no part of his alternative leaning lifestyle. A mother, so fiercely devoted to her son, that she'd do anything to help him fit in. Even, becoming the best friend he would have struggled without. Dress up turned to a secretive double life. His mother by dinner and his playmate by day. Best friends forever and forever wrapped in a innocent seeming lie. Where does one draw the line between a devout mother and a unhinged smother? How close, is too close?
A fascinating delve into unknown territory, that even Frued would have found perplexing. Acceptance imagined. Friendship forged. Enigmatic love.
I only wish Abraham could chime in on this one.
If it weren't for Alan Watts, Abraham would be my favorite guided meditation.
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