Dedicated to my brother who cut himself out of our lives 8 years ago
Desired him, when we were young, life was easy and fair. Long, lazy summer days were spent playing on the swings, safaris through the woods- grins on our faces, joy in our hearts. Or we’d stay up all night, a more disturbed, serious, aura about us. How I miss those days, I took them for granted… how were we to predict the changes to come, including the peak of our mental illnesses. Now we’re on completely different paths, both equally self destructive. If only we had chosen the same path, maybe things would have been better for both of us.
Tales of brilliance and madness 