to my brother. i give. things. that mattered once held closely and believed i did in a creation. some. thing. had tried to create. a refuge for the past. my past. memories. whats left. of them. a mother and a father. gone now to the shadow land.

then came a dawn. a realization that the rugd been pulled and left to stand was i on thin air. no walls. no doors. no floors. no shelter. nothing.

so...with nothing left no reason dreams or looked fors i give now to my brother. all. the dreams. the gifts of mother and a father gone now to the shadow land.

and? perhaps ill come again to walk a brighter path...perhaps...perhaps.