My brother died yesterday. On Valentines Day. Aged 31. I think that is young.
I think and feel that I am upset.
I have to grieve.
It's all over the news.
ITV and BBC. And wherever else.
I kissed his picture.
I'm deranged and irregular.
My love for him is strong and deep. Not caring about anything else but beauty.
Beauty and grief go hand in hand maybe?