Part 1 (7/16/16 ECP ©)
I peered through the window, squinting, hoping that it would make the curtains more translucent. It wasn’t working so I tiptoed closer to the glass. Inside I could see a spirit of a brother I once could touch drifting by, but it drifted by too fast. Why couldn’t he stick around just a split second more… Still, that brief moment struck me deeply. I felt alive, like in the past, when everything was perfect. But the past is the past, I’d lost all I care about before I could truly appreciate it.
I was glad he appeared to me tonight. I hadn’t been able to see him in a while and seeing him reminded me of how the world is kind and cruel, how there is love and hate, and all has a balance until one goes too far and it tips, ruining, crushing, separating the people who surround it.
I backed away from the pane because the fog of my breath was blocking my view, my racing heart must have gotten carried away again. There is no point in tiptoe