I am trying to remember the time I was born.I was definitley seeking emotional help and she illustrated well.She smiled to me and trained my eyes to see everything positively and not to be worried.My beautiful mom,she was meant to be personificated.I always needed her help to identify and set myself into decent way to life.She taught me through million of messages.But since the day she's gone and no one else waited for the coronation of my everyday life to set my mind. So I find myself wrapped into the memories.So,functioning and isolating myself was always a paradox.I feel like sobriety strips me off my soul and I would really like a better grip on me.Am I standing on the cliff? either jump or run away?I am trying to set myself and focused into what's being whispered to my ear the time when I was born,"those beautiful eyes are so alive".