Apr 2017
It's been 4 months since we've spoken last, but 4 years since we've ever felt connected. You say I rejected you, but I've only respected you. Our perspectives viewed are identical twins lined up on the chopping block. We've got the looks and the brains of successful successors, but the hearts of two weary men with weary lives laid down to die. Gray clouds cover our minds with a rain fall that will never completely fade away. We look at cloudy mirrors and expect a corrected view, but project you and I as different from each other. we are one in two and two of three. We don't listen to each other,
But ******* this is a two way street. We we haven't spoken, and yes I know we are both broken toys not yet fixed, fixated on our differences forgetting our similarities, However we are blood. Right now blood rivals slinging mud, but one time long ago we were a thing called love. A brotherhood that stood as tall as we could build snow castle fortresses in our front lawn at christmas, and they were fairly tall, at least from my five year old perspective, but those times have melted. Maybe our eyes have gotten older and we need corrective lenses for us to refocus our hearts. Or maybe our bodies are tired of the ******* we put them through so the bags under our eyes decided to swallow us whole. Or there's hole in our brain that dictates how we see the world and for me that's black and for you that's blue. It's why we beat each other senseless every time we walk in the same room, Why are mind games are sloped to have each other lose, and why we see each other in different views.
It's true we aren't brotherly anymore. But is it my fault, is it yours? We play the blame game on a daily basis, we might as well call it a violent game of "tag, its your fault". because ever time we pass on our burden of blame we lengthen the fault line between us. It now takes 4 months to even see each other. And 4 years to even speak. Weeks pass by and the only response I get is a thumbs up in the form of an emoticon. Not even a full word. Why couldn't we be like every other family? Even if they fight like hell they still speak to each other. But you and I have only dead silence. Inferred violence that quakes our home every time we set sail our fleet. And I speak for the both of us...
We need peace, but not silence
But ******* this is a two way street. We we haven't spoken, and yes I know we are both broken toys not yet fixed, fixated on our differences forgetting our similarities, However we are blood. Right now blood rivals slinging mud, but one time long ago we were a thing called love. A brotherhood that stood as tall as we could build snow castle fortresses in our front lawn at christmas, and they were fairly tall, at least from my five year old perspective, but those times have melted. Maybe our eyes have gotten older and we need corrective lenses for us to refocus our hearts. Or maybe our bodies are tired of the ******* we put them through so the bags under our eyes decided to swallow us whole. Or there's hole in our brain that dictates how we see the world and for me that's black and for you that's blue. It's why we beat each other senseless every time we walk in the same room, Why are mind games are sloped to have each other lose, and why we see each other in different views.
It's true we aren't brotherly anymore. But is it my fault, is it yours? We play the blame game on a daily basis, we might as well call it a violent game of "tag, its your fault". because ever time we pass on our burden of blame we lengthen the fault line between us. It now takes 4 months to even see each other. And 4 years to even speak. Weeks pass by and the only response I get is a thumbs up in the form of an emoticon. Not even a full word. Why couldn't we be like every other family? Even if they fight like hell they still speak to each other. But you and I have only dead silence. Inferred violence that quakes our home every time we set sail our fleet. And I speak for the both of us...
We need peace, but not silence
