Yesterday my brother died, on the other side of the world... last I saw of him, was a facetime, he said he was feeling sick, and that the food the locals gave him made feel even more so, all the while the monsoon rain destroyed his roof, water everywhere. He got himself to a dry place, then his friend took him to the hospital. And I was contacted by his friend that my brother wasn't well and showed a video of my bro in a wheelchair, flailing and unresponsive, and that he'll call back, 3 hours later I was told he was "not alive".

My heart feels so faint, I feel so close to dying of a broken heart, feels like melting wax. My mother's wail still echos, and it pierces my heart so bad man. My parents flew out to retrieve his body.... I love him so much, it hurts so bad.
I'll be posting paintings, animals and flowers welcome.