Why strive?
I've been handed the world.

There's longing here,
for...
... something.

Something more?

I see my brother
from time to time.

I still see Mom.
She still chastises.
Her voice resides
deep in my mind.

I don't know
what it is
that I'm trying to convey.

I don't know
what else to say.

I'm sorry.