my brother died on valentines day eight years ago. i know he wasn’t ready for immortality. which one of us is whether for eternal torment or neverending bliss? the questions though will never be answered in this lifetime. you gotta cross over to find the truth man. for today my truth is touching her face, feeling her soul beat, getting that smile, holding on to wonder for as long as I possibly can. and when I can’t there better be a back door in time.