Why can’t you see past what’s directly in front of you brother; what are you afraid of that haunts you? What is it that plagues your mind so, still a man of hale for time, yet you look with eyes of languishment and torment as if you had some type of tunnel vision within your consciousness. I would help you till the end yet you refuse and reject me still; are you too proud or are you too contemptuous to accept help from one who does not pass judgment unto you for accepting such? I shouldn’t have to say since we are kin; there are those who know you as you know your own true self. Open your eyes, brother. Enough is enough. Why must I watch you make your own blood suffer; it me pains me greatly inside to not tell you everything and all the mistakes you continue to make in the wake of your own destruction. I have not been able to find the words to convince you to finally turn away from this subverted path you’re on and what grief I can muster to feel every day, feels like a thousand needles pressed against my soul. Do not end up like your sister, standing alone on this battlefield of hatred with nothing more than contempt for all else; I cannot continue to bare this thought for so long. What must I say or do to make you finally understand...I truly cherish you, just as I have always cherished our bereft of life sister. I ask myself time and time again, how do I find the words when nothing else works. That is the burden I’ve always carried for you brother....and perhaps always will.