Harder Days.

I've had better days.

I don't know what hurts more, the physical or the emotional prison.  Either one can become too unbearable at times. 

I'm hurting because my brother's hurting. I hear his pain and I can't begin to fathom his desperation. 

I just want to give him his freedom again. I want to give him another chance. I thought we were on our way to getting him a better way of life.

There's so much going on right now. But, really, there always is. We just know what to pay attention to and what to deny. 

There is no way to deny this. 

And I'm scared.