How Should I...

So many nights have i spent wondering and watching for a sign that would instill enough confidence in me to go ahead with what i have.
Sitting alone for long hours in the city's popular boulevard wondering in which direction i should go...
concious contemplations and perilous points to ponder.

I know the one who calls me brother is going through a tough time, I need him to find peace, solace and a life befitting someone who can call me brother. But how do i console him? The one that matters the most is far far away in perhaps the same dilema and really not able to comprehend on what course of action should be applied. I hear of it and i really want to do something, but no. There is hardly anything to be done, the rest is revolutionary. How does one reason with a broken heart and a paining conscience that screams the one name that should generally react to a whisper! Whisper a prayer, whisper it in ears to hear, whisper it so ages beyond should never have to wait for the whisper. Love, is it so blind to pain, that it drives the very inners to pour out with so much of vengeance that relative thinking and reasoning would seem like an enemy assault!
But that is not the way of the one that calls me brother. And that pains more for a brother. How should I tell him what I think should be done? How should i tell him of a love so pure that it later binds you to hate? How should I tell him that it will only turn to obsession and will later turn him mad? How should I tell him that all that i think is wrong? How should I...

I know the one that called me lover is somewhere thinking of a comeback. When over here in the midst of all my work I think of nothing else than what is there to see. Complains of hiding behind masks and loads of work just so that situations, thoughts, memories and nights spent together are blinded and locked up in some closet fall to ears of friends and of more friends. But I see it different. No pain. No blood. No tears. No feelings. A heart bled to full, does it bleed anymore? Does a mind lost and seperate and changed be wrong in saying no more? I don't want any of this anymore. Happiness. How should I tell the one that called me a lover that it's not me anymore? How should I tell the one that called me a lover that there is none to look forward too, when the minds at work and the heart's gone for a stroll in a psychedelic trance wilderness? How should I say that I love no more? How should I say that expectations of a life wasn't really expectations but a requiem of a dream? How should I...

I know the one that calls me dude/friend/brother is in pain and smiles when the rest of the world with ails of such would be counting days. A love that is fathomless seems hard to imagine and easy to dream. A love that there was is now gone because of times when someone had to choose. Does choice make a relation seem like a test? yes, I believe so. Broken and out, physically and in heart yet there is a glimmer of hope that the one that calls me DFB has to get me and the one that called me lover back again. I hate myself for bringing expectations for a dream. I love the one that calls me DFB but cannot take the choice that is offered because it moves me against all. How should I tell the one that calls me DFB that all love is lost and only a new one can enter? (beep you're out of the game) How should I say that all i care about is the malignant inners and that I hardly care for the cancer that has us all? How should I...

One has a love but has been moved away and longs a reunion, if not for forces of the underwind. One has broken away from the love of a good one and is trying to cement a relation. One has no love even when someone wants a reunion. One.

How should I go about this one?