This will not be our fate.

Jim was also like a cousin, but more of a soul brother.

My cousin eventually liked my poetry. He thought I didn't draft enough, but came around to my impulsive style as having potential. This is my cousin:

I have felt an unusual optimism lately. And I am sure it is just forming, from something deep, and longing to be free. Some new possibility from my life that flows sweet from the sky.