I’m no better than you are; I just think I’m less selfless. I think more about the consequences of my actions. We were both given the same actions, but employ the differently.

I cannot laugh about the same matters you do, because you appear to have a disease molded over your heart.

Did you not wash it?

You mean you didn’t cleanse it often?

Why are you not taking care of it?

A moldy heart is a rusty motor.

I can see in your eyes when you speak to me, you do not truly like what you do, nor who you currently are; you are breaking your nature. You smile and laugh; you are proud of your adventures in front of all who listen to you, and you gain confidence from their laughter…

…but loneliness is your least favorite arena. When you are alone, you have to face yourself. Without distractions your check engine light comes on, and your body drags.

I choose to reflect on my actions so as to see if I have violated anyone, including myself; I don’t not wish to cause harm to anyone. I can only vision you following your own desire, disregarding the precautions and warnings that pop up in your mind. Where are you going? What is your final destination? Do you know which direction you’re even heading? I choose not to wander through the forest without a compass.

You’re trying to build a house on the ocean.

You cannot trust yourself my dear brother. You will only disappoint yourself continually. Please don’t trust yourself my dear brother. I wish better for you. I wish the best for you. I miss you as I have never known you. You are handsome. You are ridding of all things yester noon. Could you let this be?

Please my dear brother, let it be. Please my dear brother, let it be.