I had trouble seeing deeper into your meanings, because you never poured them out in your music like tons of others always have. You're the only one I can truly stand next to, deep in my mind, I like to think that we could have been close if you were still alive... but then, I don't know. I think we could have been.
You must have understood, you'd had enough, and you made a choice. You made a choice and because of that, you're not here anymore... I respect that choice. It's not a choice i would ever make, but I respect the choice you made, and you're my hero. I still hang around, I still feel pain, though. I stand here, quietly smiling as my eyes turn from green to gray, I listen to the words you left behind along with the beautiful guitar that goes along with them. Your words are beautiful, and they make me feel more peaceful than i can remember. Your image in my spinning mind is heroic and artful, you inspire me as a person and other things. I hear alot in your words, and I feel alot when I hear them. I'd try to capture all I feel and explain it, but it's beyond something that can be labeled and explained. You're my hero, and I guess I know nothing about you, except that fact.
I can be like you, I hope. Your pain must have been deep, because of the way you handled it. Maybe you just weren't in your right mind, I wasn't there. But if you did what you did, and if you did it out of pain, then it must have been deep. So deep, and yet, your music is and not selfish. Not obvious. I listen to the music, and I hear the words of a man who is long gone from the world, and yet, it still makes me feel less alone in my mind. My friends, family, everyone... none of them can provide the comfort in my mind that you provide with that music, and just with the image in my mind of you. Sometimes I like to think that these words would mean something to you if you could hear them, but maybe they wouldn't. I have no idea, but they mean something to me. You're my hero- rest in peace.
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