to have been there..
holding the warmth in him,
until it slowly faded away
perhaps I kept some of that warmth in me
that energy
if my body stole even just a bit of that warmth
its a part if me forever
existing untill I pass it on somewhere ...
or someone else
like diving into an ocean of bricks
head on
into chaos and catastrophe
literally crushed beneath these waves
but hey,
hit me, I can take it.
I was built to endure this world
and everything it throws at me
I try to remember to stay humble.
I exercise mindfulness and always keep an open mind.
I strive to maintain an artistic interperation of the world
and be creative with everything I do, especially in all my relationships.
always put myself in others shoes and above all, observe and listen as often as possible.
I live off music, like him, it is the most important part of my life.
Those sounds move me....just like he did.
deep inside my soul,
without intent,
over time,
he moved me
his pain,
his happiness,
his struggles
his triumphs
I often wonder
did he cry as much as I did..
I wish I had visited more, especially in those last two years, because those were the loneliest ...
and I certainly cried a lot
healing takes time...and I was so impatient.
but I didnt want him to see the mess I was in....
