There’s a sadness that washes over my torn, worn, used body. I’ve been through the depths of my own soul, explored by way of bottle and glass, the intoxication of which I cannot recognize. The clarity of expression is astonishing, though. I feel like the lyrics and melody flow through my head and pierce the deepest, most hidden parcels of my soul, uncovering thoughts that I, myself, have never had the courage or necessity to discover.  Now that you’re gone, far out of reach, and my company consists of a man named Jack and a handful of blurred delights, I cannot forgive myself for the despair that I have set upon you by way of worry.  Your purity and sensitivity, at least relative to the grotesque world surrounding me, brings back memories of childhood pleasures, the strength of a father, passion of a mother, and a more intense love for a baby brother than I ever dreamt I could find again. My memories unlock those parts of myself long hidden from the light of the cruel and dark world that I have chosen to be a pawn of.  Worries, stress, and disappointment cloud judgment of my self worth, and have led me to believe the worst of myself, but you changed that.  You brought forth the light, the greatness of a “could be,” and the possibility of a life that I am truly proud of, one that I can cherish and reap the nectar from each and every time a drop comes dripping.  Don’t let me forget the taste of my favorite thing. Don’t let me off my tracks, those guiding lights in the darkness that becomes you at this age, with all of the people to change you and the opportunities to fault. I have too long allowed myself to dream without action, expecting products of work without the time, but no longer. It’s time to get out of my skin and act on the world stage as a character made of my most honest self.