Khamari Stories

His big brother used to always play guitar for him when he, now Moto, was still named Alex, when he was barely ten years old, they'd climb trees together just to sit on the branches and talk, or let his big brother play his guitar, ignoring their mother's pleas for them to get down and warnings that it was dangerous. But that is now but a memory, no need to hold onto it, right?

Warnings: This is just poetry, none of this happened to me, or anyone else I know. Please, if you are actually suffering from anything, go get help, you are loved, and beautiful. Have a great day/night!