UNTITLED

Asked myself why I never got a tattoo to remember my brother.

Honestly, I don't need it. I'll never forget him or what happened to him;
I could never write anything about his Life -and death- on my skin or anywhere else.
Not because of its insignificance in my life but simply because: there are No Words.
No words to truly do justice to my feelings on the subject.
To quote an old proverb:
A man wrote a poem on set in stone about LOSS,
Days later he scratched it out.
Loss cannot be described through scriptures.
It has to be endured.

Like love, loss isn't one feeling. It is a mixture of them all;
A wave of pain and emptiness that no amount of writing will ever fill.