This world has the most fucked up ways of making you cherish your life.
Living, breathing, being.
We lost Jamie, 2 days ago now.
Grieving is communal yet a lonely passageway with no sense of light upon return.
All those stories and memories come out now, they're so hard to read without feeling an ultimate sorrow.
Such a beautiful smile, spirit and soul vanished.
Knowing, just knowing those encounters will never exist.
It's hard to feel warm.
To Jamie.
R.I.P
Living, breathing, being.
We lost Jamie, 2 days ago now.
Grieving is communal yet a lonely passageway with no sense of light upon return.
All those stories and memories come out now, they're so hard to read without feeling an ultimate sorrow.
Such a beautiful smile, spirit and soul vanished.
Knowing, just knowing those encounters will never exist.
It's hard to feel warm.
To Jamie.
R.I.P