I sit here in the dark another night of restless thoughts and restless soul, they say there is no rest for the wicked. Is that why i can never sleep at night where it seems like i sleep all day because i hate the sun, I fear the loss of my brother to circumstances none of us could control. I look forward to the day when i can have my happiness in hand when my depression isnt so controlling when the fear i have in me doesnt make me back down when i again am the protector i was. When i no longer back down from any threat to what i care for. I lok for the day where i can provide for the family i want. There are many hopes but how many will come true? What might go wrong? There is much i dont know and can only wait to see.
