You were one of the few angels I knew in a land of demons. You with your guitar and your soft voice. If you had touched me, I would have fallen to pieces like a pile of ash, looking so solid but really as soft as feathers.
Where cruelty was king and kindness was all but a whisper of a memory, you were kind. You were willing to rescue a damsel in distress and fight for truth and justice.
I know you weren’t perfect. Hell, none of us were, but you were honest about your struggles, admitting the darkness you faced. I remember sitting on the balcony talking to you for hours when no one else would even look at me. I was a second thought to most, a black eye on an otherwise perfect face.
You taught me to believe, to not give up. You made me believe in the kindness of others. It took a strong man to stand up to him, to save me, to pull me away from the cycle I was used to riding, and if it weren’t for the wake up call you forced me to have, I may have still been riding that cycle like a hamster on a wheel.
I hadn’t looked for you in years because God knows, I wanted to put that memory behind me. I searched you to thank you, to tell you how much you meant to me, and I find this.
“Angel, musician. At 9:35 PM, March 20th, you quietly became a true free spirit. May you rest in peace.
“Burn The Past,
Forget the Future,
Live for the now.” J.N.