like_a_portent unhinged between last christmas and new years i had a ominous thought. at the time, the weight of my brother growing_up was heavy on my heart. even though part of me was happy to be with him, knowing he was in pain made it heavy. it was heavy for my family, all of us. the whole germanic keep it to yourself thing; watching a grown boy cry, feeling his tears soaking my shirt. watching his lip tremble as the words that were so hard to say flew out of his mouth and slapped my parents. still some boy left in him 'why didn't you do something?' and why didn't you do something brother? and i was laying in my bed, trying to sleep or wake, and it hit me. 'this is going to be a broken year.' and it has been 071001 what's it to you? who go blather from