The sea and a desert

Am I in your way?

Is my wide back overshadowing your light?

Am I the parade in your rain?

Are you wishing I wasn’t there, 

but blaming me because you are?

Is your life not a mirror? 

Am I the one at fault?

Who are you telling that I left you?

Who is picking up your fallen stars?

That last time, I looked for you, 

I tried to find you, 

but you weren't there at all. 

Teaching is not always learning.

Love is the lesson.

My mission was not about saving,

but about staying out of your path, 

because we must not hurt each other. 

I was letting you be a river because I could not hold you back.

I tried to keep you in my arms,

but you rolled like water.

You said my life is not right.

I've had it easier than you, I concede.

But there is no gratuity in life.

You say that you are a good daughter. 

I am sure you are the best.

I must have worn your patience out.

I know, each day you give your all

(that much I know, and I am grateful)

I know it’s hard.

Each sea is immense in its own right 

And who would ever count how many drops of water it is?

And if a mother's love is eternal, then why'd you even try?

Cyclospora

 I don't want explosive diarrhea.

Yet, the summer didn't seem as bad

as the nuclear winter of rogue AI.

Out in the cold, I cannot help but think

that soon we'll get the first snow.

I am missing everyone so much.

I wish I'd go home, like Meng Li.

I especially miss the ones that no longer are.

I don't have canned food for 90 days.

My emergency bag is not yet packed. 

Can't pack right now; first, I need 

to team up with Claude and work 

endless hours on the hopeless class.

And I mourn my friend every time 

I hear about the stain fayls.

I wish I'd go home. 

I am missing you so much.