Years. Many to remember. A strong presence would have been created in a filial relationship. A brother that watched you grow as you had. Memories reflect on the love you have and the nostalgia it breads creates a distance always needing of closeness and closure.
 A trust given by a trustless system where the default setting is love. Blessed with one are many blessed with more are few. The distance covered to enjoy time where a physical presence is enjoyed finds itself unwinding old conversations,stated differently yet believed to be different.

 To look at your own reflection over the years in the eyes of a relationship that death cant even interfere. Yet the time that passes shows the strength and relatively the weakness of such bond.
 Years would pass and the feeling of unity reliance and trust remain. But much of the conversations become vain. Time would pass but the mind is set. As the distance covered by it finds challenges not met. A dream you once had that you feel died. Through the eyes of despair clings to be realised. While a depth in meaning is sought after and needed. A spirit that desires understanding finds in itself an aura depleted.
 I read and write to find the might. Of my voice being completed.
 but where do you go when a brother you know finds his words repeated.
 To to find the need for selfish greed and a lecture to be depleted.
 To find the why in your brothres eye a sadness that has become conceited.