not a good year.
at all.
my brother's sister...my brother's brother.
my love.
my sense of self.
my mind.
all gone at the hands of time.

i scribbled down words...because that's what i do...i try to sketch out my thoughts...it rarely works.

dazed and stunned into silence
a walk outside feeds my need to cry
a comforting shoulder is nowhere
a brother's brother has died
words and feelings mean nothing
the only sense left is dread
i stroke my beard and wonder why
my brother's brother is dead

i keep thinking this is just some sick joke.