Update:
I took a shower, listened to depressing songs, cried, screamed, punched things, cried some more, wrote some depressing poems about vis, listened to an audiobook, cried myself to sleep, woke up, cried some more.
I feel:
like sh!t
who wants to hear my depressing poetry about vis?
MEE
ok here it is
gone, but not forgotten
far away, but never out of reach
asleep, but never waking
loved, but loving no more
goodbyes may feel like forever, like they will never end
surely this sorrow can not last forever,
our love for you will never end.
our time, though brief, was precious
your life, though short, was nothing less than perfect.
so goodbye for now, but this is not the end
we will all be waiting for that beautiful moment, when heaven unlocks her precious gates,
and you grace us with your presence again.
we will wait
and we will see you again
this is not the end of our beautiful shadow man.
goodbyes are not forever, at least, not this goodbye
Goodbye for not, but not forever