Life

I have not been myself. I don't think I will ever be myself. It has been a month and 14 days since I lost my brother. Such a young man. I'm made at life. They way things work out for the most innocent people. Just not sure what to do. I miss him so much. I wake every morning and see his picture. His smile that looks like a smirk. His o so cool stroll. Life....Where do you go from here?