You
shaking in the night,
waiting to find a light,
amazing life as it is,
turning into a dark night
bravery is nothing compared
to something with having you
the light, with you,
no more unknown
decendence of silence,
and rising of light
the color of the room
woken again, once again
Instead, shamefull
when wanting to be shameless
look at the sun, so ..
consistent .. so real.
where has my sun gone?
youre so gone now,
its so dark, colder then
the coldest ice
Cello, Guitar, bass, viola, drums, piano.
you were so skilled,
but your main skill was so much much more
you created music with just your presence.
writing this makes me shake 
ill never have you back,
im not that same happy person.
but..
I want to be ..
silent
hey you, i havnt written to you in a long time. long long time. i hope you are doing alright. i play guitar a lot while thinking of you. i wish i at least had you as a friend. but it would probably be too painful.
you saved me. or you at least inspired me to save myself. i regret saying one thing. "i like the idea of you" I knew what i meant, but i think i delivered it incorrectly. what I meant was the idea of you, a person so amazing, on the same planet as me brings me chills.
my life is only darkness. and deviance.