I attended a party recently that bewildered every sense of reality I have ever known. A smile on (almost) everyone's face, the mood was elevated quite high, and a firm sense of belonging was felt by more than just me, I'm sure.

I won't lie - I smoke pot. Why? Doctors orders. Nyah. So, I figured it would be a decent time to... well, "medicate" so to speak.

During the party, an event happened that changed my perspective about a lot of things. I learned that when no words can be spoken, tears can be a universal symbol of beauty or sadness. That a simple pat on the head can make a difference in someones life.

Anywho, long story short, circumstances led me to write this:

" If you can read this from the cold hand of a corpse, I want to make a declaration. I, one of the few given an extra chance at life, will never forget that I am loved. The simplest of people can show that love. And that love deserves to be appreciated. The friends you cherish will become close, the love will remain golden in your heart. And when in doubt, the friends who love you will always care for you in the end, and remain, what they are, friends.
It doesn't matter if they are big or small, it's the love they give you to keep living and keep going. You know you are loved. But please, in the darkest of times, you know you can rely on the golden people in your life.
And when the tough road blocks of life block the path, don't be weak and plow through them alone. Seek the hearts of the golden ones you care for; reach out! In there eyes, you are no more than a person - a being equal to there own soul: a friend. The warmth they give, the goofy moments shared.. Let them anchor you, because the strong always have the right aura - the people that are drawn to them are emeralds and rubies with a golden core - and cherish that.


If anyone would like a copy of this text, feel free to ask and I will gladly give you the file. Thank you, and have a good day