insomnia has taken over me this new years day.
one tragedy has been on my mind.
to lose the one you look up to at the ripe age of 18.
it’s the age you become a man/woman.
the age where you go and start fresh in college.
the age your thrown out into the real world.
it will never be the same for him.
life won’t be the same for him and his family.
tears roll down.
it’s not my tragedy
but to know that someday it will be my tragedy.
life goes on.
people get old.
we get old.
just know my dear friend.
life will get better.
i can’t imagine what you are going through.
cry. cause it’s ok to cry.
i will always be here for you.
for a hug. a conversation. just because.
i love you.