(i have shared this before... for me it's just unbelievable)

it's weird, losing someone you've known all your life... someone that's been here before you were born, someone that had plans... that you saw have success, you would look at your own life, wondering when you wake up... "what am I meant to do, that i don't expect to be doing"... i realize growing up not everything goes to plan... and if it does, you aren't getting 100 percent feeling out of what's happening in that moment as you expect it to, reality is so much different than what we imagine can happen in our minds, the thought of being happy Vs. being happy with your thoughts... i don't know which to embrace.

I woke up... expecting to see you, and you were gone... nobody expected to tell me you weren't coming back, but i love you... and i hope i see you in our next life. R.I.P. Bro.