Brother Versus Brother

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I can tell by the color in your once docile eyes that everything is not alright. I'm running left and right, clicking back and forth to keep the tempo running like a metronome, but there is discord. The balancing act is never easy and becomes noticably more difficult when the opposing forces at work are the two you fall to the most... and suddenly turning to the voice of reason is turning me against my own family. There is anger, resentment, and someone got hurt. Face facts. Someone got hurt, even if you can prance ignorance to it all day long. Get this, he said: "Obviously this is hurting more than the friendship." WHAT?! When was the friendship ever even in jeopardy? Oh man... termites have been chewing for a while now. They have been eating away and I wasn't even clued in. The celebration is on pause and right now there is a tension under the surface that will blow over, but it will make its return on the wind soon enough. I have made my decision, but I refuse to choose sides. I refuse to let a temporary ebb of the tide fabricate a void in us. We are brothers under one loving Father, and Dad denounces pride. I'd ask you to swallow your pride but I won't in fear that one of you would smother yourself completely. The constant changing of the personal pedestal will never put you both at eye level, so get off. Step down and see this to its end like the real man would. I'll be here; I'm as much a part of this as either of you will allow me to be.



Let's meet at sea and let's meet there around mid-morning. The salt can wash it all away.