Why is it that when you lose someone, You think about all the bad things to come when there not here, or bad things that will never happen because there not present anymore?

Why is it that he never had a chance to revamp all the new moments he had coming to him? It seemed the moments were running from him, gunning from him ’cause they didn’t want to get caught up with him.

Why did the last piece of scenery that he seemed to see that was shining so gleaminly with 2 seconds left asking “what does this mean to me”?

Had to be 2 shards of metal gasping at him within his eyesight moving rapidly but unlike our daydreams never stopping? Right now everything is silent.

Silence was his escape, but silence is merely a refuge.

His thoughts still haunted him. They taunted him. Shouting in his ear that everything and everyone you ever loved is gonna be gone from him. But silence is worse when you know it won’t be broken. When my heart speaks for his words but it was already stolen. When you know there’s no words that can be spoken. No token of my appreciation can be put in this initiation of death. His molding of what heaven is like is now, stuck on F. ’cause every moment that the vehicles getting colder, It seems god is getting older. Everything that’s leaving you seems to get closer. And time slows down.

As a matter of fact it stops steeply, it stops weakly, and stops deeply it stops completely. And there is no piece of me that keeps strong posture because it seems to be no purpose anymore because he’s gone.

My soul is vacant, my body is complacent, my mind right now is not pg-13 or R as a matter of fact it’s not rated. I’ve been crying so long, that I’m now dehydrated.

I can only see him now in heaven

With a smile on his face saying “I finally made it”.

I miss him I’m not gonna lie.

His personality was so powerful he can make Osama and his people testify.

I wonder why? God took him so soon.

I wonder why the sun never got a chance to meet the moon.

Is something he would say to clear the minds of all of us so that we can finally think about the little things in life. Like truth.

And how it’s as real as the sun shines through the day or maybe its not the sun that were seeing. He would say …

“Maybe its a water slide into god’s soul and in actuallity the sun slipped away.”

But, see he’s the only one who can answer that now.

He’s the only one who knows.

He’s the only one now that gods heart he has to hold.