One brother of gold his feet hover gently in the air.
The second brother is less pale yet white the air beneath him is more than light, his feet still touch the ground.
The brother of gold watches the other protects him from everything in sight.
The second brother doesn't see the gold shining bright. Only an Angel's eye can see such colorful light.
The one gold has never been born before he wonders what it's like.
The brother walking the earth freely has been born but he hates his life.
He knows about the brother who got missing before the birth he thinks about him a lot wishing he were with him on earth.
The brother on earth wants to visit the one shining bright.
In order to that he would have to end his life.
He's not afraid to do so.
But the friend he calls a brother fills his grief and sarrow.
Brother of light makes sure the second one is safe hugging him even when he knows he doesn't know he's there one day he will maybe tomorrow.
I know this story is short and sad but I can't stop thinking about my brother who's gold. He has blue eyes and brown hair.
I imagine he has eyes like mom and hair like me.
I wonder if Id still be depressed if he wasn't lost in the sky and sea.
