You’d have to know what my prayers look like every hour on the hour to know how much it meant to me when the only man left in this world who’s ever really loved me (and perhaps the only one left who ever will) who “speaks to me in song” sent me this poignant message:
He’s a living, breathing, KING in the making who’s just having trouble seeing his kingdom through all the weeds and trees. Maybe he’s that “one last King on Earth“, and I’m only here to help him find his throne before I reach the Brighter Side Of Grey with this crown I wear of my own. He just has to step out of the Circadian rhythm that’s pulling him in to the abyss and away from the shadow of the people who abuse him as they melt his wings then taunt him for “failing to fly“.
I will not let you down. I won’t be cause for harm. So, today I will do better, and I sure hope this can heal.
I have suffered and risen from MANY losses that would have devoured most by now. I had to watch the best human man I’ve possibly ever known literally “dying out loud“. But THIS loss I don’t think I could bare. Which is why this message from him means everything to me … absolutely everything!
The Diary Of My Perfection 