“Cry like a child…though these years make me older…”
Morning would have never been the same… How many times were you my only friend? your voice like a warm blanket against my skin, drawing me in and holding me in all that was wrong… you taught me to see the failings in life… to give up on caring about them… To find strength in love, to ignore them all when they ignored me…
How many times did you fall victim to it? collapsing to the ground in convulsions, your heart racing out of your chest… powerless to that which you did not create… how many times did i fall to the ground… screaming with my head spinning out of my reach, powerless to that which you opened my eyes to….? I can say, without hesitation, I know the feeling.
R.I.P Ian, I am not sure the world will ever be the same without you in it.