Rest in peace brother mine. I'm gonna miss you. Don't worry about your boy, he'll be fine. We'll all try to make sure of that. Keep a seat warm for me around the drum circle in the summerlands, okay? Thanks for being my friend.
The landscape's a little different. The sunshine dulled just a bit. A kinder soul is gone from us.
We're not all generous from within. We don't all have a thing about us that creates a sphere that beckons others in and then defies some of the gravity we all struggle against. We're not all so gentle way on the inside and have so much room around our hearth.
The heart that failed you was you. Some will curse its flaws. Others will recognize in it a wisdom - a truth. The price of life is death. Radiance without darkness is blindness.
Some of us are a little different. We're an open door, a mischievous riddle in a mirror, a hole in the fence we can all run through into the field behind our block and play without our parents watching.
And then you're gone. And a hole in the fence gets patched. And an actual kind soul, and a giddy laugh, will be missed.
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We're not all generous from within. We don't all have a thing about us that creates a sphere that beckons others in and then defies some of the gravity we all struggle against. We're not all so gentle way on the inside and have so much room around our hearth.
The heart that failed you was you. Some will curse its flaws. Others will recognize in it a wisdom - a truth. The price of life is death. Radiance without darkness is blindness.
Some of us are a little different. We're an open door, a mischievous riddle in a mirror, a hole in the fence we can all run through into the field behind our block and play without our parents watching.
And then you're gone. And a hole in the fence gets patched. And an actual kind soul, and a giddy laugh, will be missed.
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