Let me walk with you, maybe I could say
Maybe talk with you, open up
And let me through
-Dave Matthews

tits sylvia was pretty pleased. perfect attendance. although there were those who came late. namely us. everyone was there. well, everyone who was in town anyway.

by the time we had gotten there, most of the food was gone. much to our dismay. but the maids quickly remedied that, whipping out some fresh dishes, which made the other guests wish they had also gotten up at noon.

scout, peace's labrador retriever, kept pacing around us. she was carrying this rag in her mouth, and we took turns playing tug-of-war with her.

after a while, we let ourselves sink into the couches and armchairs. conversation was about anime and games, surprisingly. even more surprising was that i wasnt really joining in on it. normally, i'd be hyped up. but instead i just listened to them, savoring the iced coffee served to us.

i wanted to just wanted to watch them. i've realized... i dont know my family. just finding out that gizmo was taking up creative writing caught me way off guard.

for the sixteen years (or most of it anyway) i've lived under the same roof as my brothers, it seems i've never gotten that close to them. and... i've never really cared. i've never asked to be a part of their lives, never asked them to be a part of mine. they've never asked me either. we have that silent understanding that we genuinely love each other, but i've been thinking... maybe its about time for it to became more than that.

leaving the party, chad and i went on ahead to the car while mig and dad finished saying their goodbyes. it was drizzling. we crossed the street.

i was walking beside him. maybe in time... i'll walk with him.