I had a dream,
your mom was also dying from the same,
shit that took your grandmother too.
And you were a frantic and displaced man.
Weaving in and out of the dark corridors of your mind.
Running aimlessly from the lusus naturae of your emotions.
So, I planted an olive branch.
And let it cultivate its roots, branches, leaves...
reaching out to you.
And you cut them.
Aw man! That is so, unequivocally, you.