I feel like I am dangling my feet over the edge of a bridge called 'Rational thought'
and my toes are numbing themselves in the cold hard waters of an illusionary world
that only my mom can see or feel. Damn it is scary to see someone lose their self confidence and their sense of place, position or power. The ghosts of some other reality are playing on her emotions and giving her a hell of a time. My job? bring it all back with a reminder that her beagle ( whom i despise) is her steadfast pal and faithful ( yeah right????) guardian. If he is here, all is well.