My Brother Take Two

The fear of the unknown is one of my greatest fear. that is kinda a theme of the day. it's rough when you miss out on your late start Monday, it put a funk on the rest of the week. all my classes were really boring but not bad and the only things that keeps me going through the days is that they are so numbered i believe that it is down to 12. ya after school was amazing, ping pong video games and Frisbee. Drewbert was a little testy but we moved past that, and still had a great time. i called the blues and will be working tomorrow. i nervous and afraid of what i will be doing (hence being afraid of the unknown). ya so another excellent day in perfectville. i will leave you with a revised tribute poem.

To A Mr. Jameson


you have always been a mystery to me
A shadow or ghost creeping around the house
a door slamming or a voice screaming
a somber sent wafting through the air

I can't recall a time when you were
angry or even mean to me
not even in a brotherly way
just an innocent indifference
only broken in momentary lapse

An occasional glance
or Cd's exchanged every birthday
are the only ways we interact for 16 years

Yet I don't thinks you realized that
while you ignored me
I was watching
Inspired by your dignity
You have taught me most of what i know
without ever bothering to speak to me
I needed a model to mold myself off of
and your silent reflection
caught my imagination

I've aimed to be just like you
and though I may have failed
even a fraction of what you are
will keep me strong and good hearted

Now your gone
to Boston, 3000 miles always
and it's strange to me
that minute you left
is the minute we began to bond
you are missed in your absence