It's definately winter...

Funds are low, debts are high, tempers rise and hope falls...

But somewhere in there resides the resiliance that is only found in family. My brother came through for me when I had nowhere else to turn. I owe him.

And while it may be winter, while it may be cold out and while I may feel like I have nothing left, I do have the sunshine which breaks through the clouds and comes in the form of light to my eyes. Sometimes, I forget how hope is a beautiful, bad thing. It hurts and cures. No doubt about that. But in all honesty, somehow, I always find hope in something. In myself, in family or friends, or in a beautiful smile...


Afterall, can you really blame a guy?