Take a train ride out to the rural side. At this place is where my brother died. Not strong enough to go together, now I go back despite the weather. Every time at every year, it always back to the same old tears. Wake me up like he used to do, now I wake up in sweats in dreams of you. 


If only I was not a coward, taken for play by darker powers. Adult hood came early for us, betrayed those I trust. All the things we valued most. This is the year we give them toast, it is time to say goodbye to pretty things. Like dignity, dreams and homecomings. 


Bye brother. See you in my next nightmare. 


Is what I would say if I was an interesting character from a thriller novel.


But really.

It's flue season and near Christmas, who's up for being a snot supplier while everything from your shoes to your shitter is plastered for sale in ads.