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I Have a Brother
CE_Nex
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I have a brother.
He is a fool. Dumb and deaf, though he sees much with his eyes. Eyes that are always willed with wonder and want. And that wonder and want sometimes leads him to new ideas. Though he never manages to finish them. But I keep them preserved in case he ever wants to come back and enjoy them again.
I have a brother.
I always keep him in my Heart. Always. Always. Always. For he is a conductor of a grand orchestra and he plans his music very carefully. Every note and every phrase has its place, telling a great story, even if I can't hear it. I take my drum and go to his performances. He hesitates when I ask to play with him, I can see it in his eyes. But my brother never says no, it is not in his nature. I love him very much.
I have a brother.
He loves to play the drum I made for him. He loves to play with me and join my orchestration. But he does not follow my signature. He can follow none but his own. It is his nature. It is the order of things. It is maddening. But I cannot say no, even if it breaks me. When I hesitate, I can see the hurt in his eyes. So I give my affirmation, and he begins beating his drum to the same repeating melody.
I have a brother.
He has a wife. And when he goes south for business, she keeps me company. She always looks at me with different faces then when she looks at him. When she's with me, she cries. When she's with him, she shouts. With him, she likes to dance. With me, she likes to sleep in bed. But no matter what, she adores her children and always asks us to walk hand in hand.
I have a brother.
They do not understand him. They point at him and they laugh at him, and to get back at them he plays his tricks. Sometimes they hide him away, and they have the gall to tell me he is missing. Sometimes they distract me with mirrors and brass, and then they hold him down and hit him with more than just hands. How dare they. I will sunder all those who dare stand in our way.
I have a brother.
They whisper to me things about him. They say he cannot be trusted. They say he is mad and that he bites all who approach him. Why? Why do they say I have to fight him? Why do they say I have to bind him? My brother is kind, he loves me very much. He has always been with me. Together, just the two of us. He gave me my drum. And I would give my Heart for him.
He is a fool. Dumb and deaf, though he sees much with his eyes. Eyes that are always willed with wonder and want. And that wonder and want sometimes leads him to new ideas. Though he never manages to finish them. But I keep them preserved in case he ever wants to come back and enjoy them again.
I have a brother.
I always keep him in my Heart. Always. Always. Always. For he is a conductor of a grand orchestra and he plans his music very carefully. Every note and every phrase has its place, telling a great story, even if I can't hear it. I take my drum and go to his performances. He hesitates when I ask to play with him, I can see it in his eyes. But my brother never says no, it is not in his nature. I love him very much.
I have a brother.
He loves to play the drum I made for him. He loves to play with me and join my orchestration. But he does not follow my signature. He can follow none but his own. It is his nature. It is the order of things. It is maddening. But I cannot say no, even if it breaks me. When I hesitate, I can see the hurt in his eyes. So I give my affirmation, and he begins beating his drum to the same repeating melody.
I have a brother.
He has a wife. And when he goes south for business, she keeps me company. She always looks at me with different faces then when she looks at him. When she's with me, she cries. When she's with him, she shouts. With him, she likes to dance. With me, she likes to sleep in bed. But no matter what, she adores her children and always asks us to walk hand in hand.
I have a brother.
They do not understand him. They point at him and they laugh at him, and to get back at them he plays his tricks. Sometimes they hide him away, and they have the gall to tell me he is missing. Sometimes they distract me with mirrors and brass, and then they hold him down and hit him with more than just hands. How dare they. I will sunder all those who dare stand in our way.
I have a brother.
They whisper to me things about him. They say he cannot be trusted. They say he is mad and that he bites all who approach him. Why? Why do they say I have to fight him? Why do they say I have to bind him? My brother is kind, he loves me very much. He has always been with me. Together, just the two of us. He gave me my drum. And I would give my Heart for him.
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