Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

grain of sand hit the shore line. An ocean wave had come to wash any tangible piece we once held. I had realized at that moment, my brother never loved who I was. He loved the exterior expression I put to the world, not the heart that beats within me. Emotions continued to spill from my eyes, and in my mind I ran through reasons why he hid such an emotionless figure behind his charming profile? Why had he masked his true intentions, was it because he was aware of the damage that he was apatheti