i often look over at the man i grew away from,
he was the boy i grew up with.
i am everything he is not and he is everything i can never be.
the one with the ground under his feet,
the one who wears the suit,
the one who actually has a bloody idea of where he is going,
the one with those big memorable eyes,
the one with his sanity tucked in the skull,
the one who makes the wise decisions,
and hits all the right chords.
but the world is always fair,
because the one who has the best brother in the world, is me.
he fills in every crack that i leave behind.
