Jun 2, 2016
Loss
So cancer made its inevitable come back, Different person. Same fucking feeling. Distress, pains and fear. Selfish feelings to be fair, What about the homie in the bed, The one with the brave face acting the strongest. As if the embrace of death isn't the only thing on his mind. Being brave is task for very few. But we all smile and crack jokes keep shit light, Just before she comes and takes him on his last flight.