Brotherly Love

I think brotherhood is one of the more beautiful parts of existence, even if you’ll rarely see it. Because one may at least vaguely know what the other sees, however personalized it may be.

What is more enduring than to acknowledge the abyss we each go through? To propose solutions or a pub for forgetting.

I wish more thought was given to men only spaces; a silent pact amongst all participants. Because in a mens-only space we do not need to explain anything. There’s no need for translation. There is no need to protect anyone or phrase things so tepidly, differently, some peacocky, some deceitful and stringing along as wolves.

I think it’s where the purest platonic love could be found, if you find a corner in the wasteland. As long as one measures it in expectations and holding your side of the bargain. Be better, but I know how hard it can be.

Some silence while I drown in scotch is more than plenty. There’s nothing to talk about, but we can laugh about whatever’s on the television above.

Let us be reminded we aren’t entirely alone. Let me remind you that true belonging is waiting only with those in the same experience, not anything else.

And I won’t let you beat me; you can’t fall behind either. Let’s continue taking each step downward further, wherever this abyss leads. Do you see the horizon darkening? Where would Alexander be without his two generals, equals?

Please keep breathing. We have so much more to see, and maybe there’s light somewhere waiting. I know everything is twisted metal, I know there’s a hex and spell cast upon the world. But we must fight, or what else?

Let’s build faith in ourselves. Build settlements away from the fallout. So when the metallic sky encloses you already have your own heaven forged.

And as we have to bury loved ones, shield little ones and watch others destroy themselves, at least one can find a moment’s refuge and understand we must all go through with this.

I never said it was going to be easy.

But I’m waiting for you.

Join me!