Friday, May 22, 2009


A deep, deep grief has hit me.

As I nuzzle more securely into Brother A's love for me, an old, lost pain is finally emerging. I don't even have a specific memory associated with the pain. It is just an old, old pain from deep within.

And so I cry sobs of anguish. My heart wrenching with each gasp.

No words.

No memories.

Just deep pain and sadness.

I don't deserve such love.


  1. I'm praying for you, my brother. Fuck I love you so much! Pardon the French, but my feelings are strong. You're such a wonderful brother in Christ- brother K.

  2. Brother K, I think that's not French, but German, although you forgot the umlaut over the "u". ;-) I love you very much too.