Jun 26, 2018
What is the difference between saving a life and shaking a poet awake? Sometimes, none. She is the reason I began sharing anything. I owe her everything. The queen, the sharpest, the softest, the fiercest warrior of love and heart-full art, has gone. But before she left, she lit the path on fire. And no matter how tight my throat, how flooded to the top and choked up by tears my whole fucking being may be, I vow to follow her light. And if I have to crawl, because I do not have her strength: I see the path ahead. Burn bright. Love, all the way. Because, as you say: fear is redundant. Rest in power Candy. Thank you ❤️
