The Lost Soul of Our Humanity

i notice how many people are articulating a submerged grief that issk for expression. My mam is watching my dad go through an intense stageges ofdme. And i know she would be ok with me sharing that. I don't need to know why. Maybe later soday. Mi, what it needs. Yes, reclaiming ye yeyy, the lost soul of our humanity. Ye. It's like, god, it's all wed Wednesday afternoon. Why? M i feel? Probably because of something from 13 years ago. Who knows? Yes? and that the mind so desperately is addicted to knowing what and why and how and where,. in tracing it all back