Rocket Brothers (Or Sister)

Some things end not nicely yet somehow the remains of that persist and become something else of a different nature and even if time consumes some of it leaving but ruins at the end painful sad ruins show some short of good I think of no hate and of good friends that very short of thing...

Although i admitedly will miss longer conversations in some more days.

Well at least it didn´t end up in a point where one fears the other and we can say Hi like almost normally but destiny perhaps slowly slides apart and we are not lonely anymore...

And I see now of such a crash such a burst... so violent so loud
so unredeemable. And yes there were moments that I blasted and I am so concient it was sucha failure so many times on my side, but I still think you're a good friend. I still think high of you.

It fades I feel it fades as broken brothership that never had the choice to be proven on my side

And this birthday letter comes way to early for such a different reason.

So what can I say if last time I insist you shall conquest and obliterate the skies of the west.

And we tried, we found someone to care for and that brought you the someone to protect.

Perhaps time or chance will bring some other image after years and years like Sasuke finding Naruto so many time later.

Perhaps or perchance.

You lived all that you could live. Took a deep breath of life

I walked around finding me outside of me and seeing how the rubik and the allspark come into place.

Different tales of perhaps the same kin of coins

This tale is not to be neglected as I learnt

What will bring the next year is something out of my reign and it will certainly change some of your old habits

Wish you the best of lucks the only thing I seem to be able to give to you
Too few when making the maths, too few and perhaps always a little too late

The path is done and one can only have some faith faith for a last Hi within it
Or a friendship in the way it should have been from the start.
The brotherhood not of evil mutants but of lost younglings
I knew sometime ago that you were stronger than me...
And then with the martial arts classes you were stronger in another way

I hope to have the strenght of yours one day.
There are things to admire indeed
Let alone between all the moments that I blew
The rain in July shall be a memory of a story written in no card

For the only one I could consider a sister.
As oddly as it ends up being for the protohistory between us.