I come from the sea. I am a sea creature... I throw myself into the ocean only to feel catapulted back into the womb. She is my true birth mother, full of vivid colors and wild animals swirling about. I understand her mood swings, powerfully charged emotions and deep seated need to take me under and swallow me whole. I know that she won't give up until she owns me and dissolves me completely.
This explains my hesitation to commit myself to her in any type of formal relationship. It exists anyway, with no need for proclamations or grand gestures on my part. She greets me with a great show of excitement and affection, always with her waters threatening to suffocate me. I visit and submerge myself in her embrace; I tread lightly on her surface, always knowing I am at risk of being engulfed by maternal filicide.
She recognizes one of her own, no matter how infrequent our encounters. Others clamor for her attention, but if they are not natives from her depths, they are rejected or treated with apathy.
But when we meet, we know. We both know.
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