The Window Frame

I dreamt I flew home along the dusty chemical highway as fast I could go, bypassing the car heavy traffic with tremendous speed and agility|  I knew my brother was waiting for me in his room overlooking the driveway|  I packed my bag with the essentials once I was home all the while pondering my freedom and escape, thoughts hanging heavy in my head of the freedom to roam once more\  However he would not come with me, sitting sullen and silent against the window-frame, despite all of the talk of the week before between us of just letting go and escaping this two bit town|  I bordered the night train with my bag full of essentials and my horizons expanding but I was alone and I knew it, my brotherly half left behind|


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