As i lay in my bed that is no larger than the bed of my youth... untucked covers drape over me like leaves in the fall, my pillows understand each other without uttering a single word... the world rages on outside my window...I hear the faint sounds of wheezing as Nicholas' lungs wage a war against the phelm that has attacked his immune system.. 20 feet from were my head rests, my brothers skull sweetly sinks into his pillow as he is rocked to sleep by the sounds of the city... I wish everyone had a twin.. or if not an exact replica at least someone who they loved more than themselves.. someone they weren't jealous to see suceed but longed for their happiness more than their own... to look at someone whose is his mother and father....Who has my fathers smile, stoic nature, and strong spirit... While at the same time possessing my mothers, gentle soul, careless excitement, and passion for life.. It makes all those years I spent desperately begging for people to know that we were different seem wildly outrageous.
The following are lyrics from a song Nicholas and I recorded on saturday... We've made a pledge attempting to be creative more than once a year and not let life swallow up our passion to create things that only we appreciate but find hard to live without...
Black Bible, White Gospel...
Will i ever find, a kitten in this litter
Shes got her claws out
And shes ready to scratch,
like redemption, its tempting..
Saints and sinners, are all losers
Thieves and givers
no winners
They got their hands out
in the offering
they can't shell it out
what a blessing.
"Where so fragile were so calm, were so innocent of what went wrong" John Ralston......
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