The lights cut out and I was lost. I screamed into the void and it screamed back and I really wish this memory was not lost. I wish I could taste it in my ******* soul. Instead I live. Instead I love. So I write this letter to my brother. I may not remember, but I will not forget.
My older brother died when I was 8. I realized the other day that I had to look up a picture of him to even remember his face now and that kinda ****** me up a tad.