I often forget that I was once my brother's age.
I often forget that they too, have their own lives outside of home.
I'm bleeding inside.
When a person finally and truly leaves you,
I just need to mend...what?
there's nothing left behind.
not love, oh tosh.
Its a secret public affair, a dirty laundry none care to mention.
Me blogging this early is clear: I'm being driven nuts
by guilt of 2 kinds.
I don't know where my loyalties lie.
and I don't want to be torn into 2 or more again.
Once is enough, and its difficult to rescind what has been said and done.
Japanese songs and music have a surreal feel to it
it wraps you...it calms you...
a myriad of wonders, the Human body.
