Bickering Brothers

Looking in from the inside, Peter truly understood what he's always known. Fighting with yourself to make the world your home, but no matter how hard he tried, he's never really been a part of it. Wondering if tomorrow will ever come, closing his eyes every night, thinking he'd never open them again. "I've found my peace, but I can help but wonder what it would've been like. The butterfly effect, a single word, an action, accepting her dollar for a cigarette, it could've changed tomorrow. A good deed goes unnoticed, but a bad thought never goes unpunished." He sat and relished in his foolish wisdom, so bizarre and absurd it sounded almost intelligent. "Everything happens for a reason, and it's all led to this moment, this very second." He regretted nothing and took it all in as if he knew it were coming. Peter was no saint, Peter was no prophet, but he took in life good or bad and turned it in to his twisted fate, is altered future that he called "home."