Everyone has a past. A past that affects how long in a situation we last. We are all stained by the same pain. Slaves to others we are, if we want something to gain. Do you remember when you were a kid? When you were cuddled and told bedtimes stories as they did? We thought we were important to others. We thought we were loved, but if we’re lucky the only one who cares are our mothers. Because of their flesh we came. Born into this game. Marilyn Monroe in her diary, “Fragments” is right. Our childhood mark us, but how much can we bear with others before we run away from fright? Norma Jeane Mortenson, such a bright mind. Yet it wasn’t to the convenience of the image Hollywood wanted to sell for others to know that, so her true self they tried to bind.
*** Picture from Marilyn Monroe’s book “Fragments” ***
