‘that time I painted the sun and burned up all the things and people who ever mattered the most to me. someone once called me a “compassionate impasse”, learning what that meant.. 10 years later.. no one knows you like you know you, others only guess in order to move forward.. or to set you free to free themselves. I miss so many friends in summer the most. only few will be there at your goodbye. Only you will be there at your welcome party in heaven. Loyal bright ones shimmer shines on hue and gloom.’ it’s life.. live it friends….