It's so hard to lose someone that you love. But it's so good to love and to have been loved by them.

The last few months of 2015 were brutal for me. I lost my girlfriend, my job, and my best friend. I have reached the lowest point of my life so far; hopefully for the rest of it. Surprisingly, I feel pretty good. Out of the ashes and rubble, I can build a better future for myself. Find someone better, and a job I genuinely enjoy that also pays well. And I think, perhaps, I may have already found one of the two. 

Although I know I will find another girlfriend, and another job, I cannot fill the void inside me left by my dearly departed friend. The only solace I am granted is knowing he lived a long and happy life; that he was loved, and that he loved us. The days have been long, and I don't know if I will ever get used to his physical absence, but he will forever be in my heart.

Walking the roads of our youth

through the land of our childhood, our home, and our truth.

Be near me, guide me.

Always stay beside me so I can be free,  

free. 

Let's roam this place, 

familiar and vast; 

our playground of green frames, our past. 

We were wanderers; 

never lost, always home 

When every place was fenceless 

and time was endless, 

our ways were always the same. 

Cool my demons and walk with me, brother, 

until our roads lead us away from each other, 

and if your heart’s full of sorrow, keep walking, don’t rest, 

and promise me from heart to chest 

to never let your memories die,  

never. 

I will always be alive and by your side. 

In your mind, 

I'm free.