Light hits only the surface. That makes it so hard to find the hiding words. Time doesn’t stop and I’m sitting in the drifting reality between all these flowers and my daughter.

I’m proud that we were always two. Side by side. Brothers. Loving each other and sharing things. I can’t put my arm on your shoulder anymore but you are still with me. Every day. For that I’m grateful.


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