Hey,

It’s your brother Sean. I’m missing you bro. You’d be proud of me, I’ve been painting the house and somehow, I finally understand the concept that no matter how hard you scrub and wash, you will always miss one section of paint that dripped, slopped or fell on you that you are oblivious with. I remember the days where you’d come back from some job and your hands would be covered with paint hiding the wear and tear that you put yourself through.

Going to finish a project tonight that colleagues messed up.

One didn’t do the project.

One didn’t want to do it, so put it aside so it couldn’t be done by the assigned date.

One decided to tell me to put the project under a rug. No one would notice.

In the days before the darkest times in humanity there have been souls burdened with things that they could not explain nor say. It was their load to bear.

I’ve hidden from most and changed in ways I like, and in ways I loathe.

I look at the evil and yet in the mirror, the evil is me.

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