My Friend

The winds have slowed the earth, every ocean receded, and light has been choked out from our sky. Clouds thunderously begin to collide. It feels as though we are alone without you, despite walking into each other, aimlessly wondering in blinding shock. Hollowed husks, we march to a gray dusk, wishing you would come back sweetly.

Your pain has taken you away, and we had what ailed you, but we were silent. Death called your name, and you answered. We called for you, and it was too late. I'm sorry. We're sorry. Love may never bring you back home. But know that you were loved, quite so, more than you could ever imagine.

The light that is your voice has showed us the way when there was only darkness in our hearts. When our lives became painful—almost too painful to bear—you were a shoulder for us to cry on. At the click of a button you were always there for us. You saved us from our own wrongful resolutions, but we didn't save you.

Although, there was life in your words, the seeds you planted for us to find. This world will never be the same without you. Hear our song, the one with tears strumming the cords of a broken guitar, a breathless voice into a hanging mic, and a single seat in the audience…for you.

Yet again you have given us a second chance. One that came at a cost, but it will not go thankless. A break in the storm has settled the ground. And love has brilliance once more, through the nightfall.

You have shown the world the light one more time.

It’s Not Over. 

IMG_6291Once seeped in, a dark void that can crack open our hearts, pulling us into a blackness that will consume all. An eternal end. Although, there is a way to stop it from ever spreading, festering within. There is a moment when the light inside will decide to either fight back, or fade into a structurally unstable memory. We think letting go will help with the pain, the misery. However, that is what will break us beyond repair. Excepting the evil from the outside to infect our insides. Tragically, there is no coming back from it. Forevermore over.

It will not stop us. The end is not now, not yet. Remember the voice in the back of your mind that rang your soul that told you to stand up for what is right, when there is only everything that is wrong around us? That is the Light; the thing that separates us from the demons that lurk in the shadows. Our Light, the fighting angst that will not go gently into the night, will hit back with a vengeance, much, much harder than the dark ever could.

Perhaps, we evolved over time this way: allowing the wretched of the world soak in, just so we could learn how tough we really are, what we’re made of, how far we are willing to go down that stormy path before we turn back and return to the passion that once fueled us. It will again, and again charge us to the end.

This, this darkness, it isn’t our end. We decide what our end is, not the grueling blackness. It may seep into our bones, and leak out in a vapor that suffocates us by surprise. Let it.

When things come easy, we soften up. Staying hardened helps remind us what we went through to be here today. You are here, and now take a breath. Life is a journey, and we are all in it together. It’s not over yet, not until you choose otherwise.