thank you for letting me vent

Braeden Sagehorn he/him/his

what is the beauty of friendship if not the voice

that passes between peace and pain—pulling them together

into a unit so divine that light itself cannot escape—a pure elevation

of the heavenly bodies so torn apart they appear almost

broken, but alas they are not.

they reside still in heaven for a reason; therefore i ask you,

embrace this golden wind and let those that love you carry you

forward. flow with the time as best as you can, and hopefully

peace will emerge—transcendent.

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