The Musings of a Little Bird

I wrote this in class today, right around noon:

My hands won’t type.  My stomach is churning.  My head is in a fog.  I can’t focus.  Something about socialism in Germany.  I need to draw, to sing, to artistically occupy myself.  I want to go hug him.  Three texts and I can tell he’s hurting.  I wish I could help, could show him how amazing he is.  My best friend is hurting and it’s killing me.  It’s aggravating!  I hope he knows I’m here for him and can feel that I care.  Carrion my friend, carrion and know you are loved.  You inspire me every day to feel deeper, to love harder, to embrace myself, and to never accept anything less than what I deserve.  I wish you could do that for yourself.  You deserve the best in life and, one day, you’ll get it.  You’ll get the wife and kids and home full of love.  But it’s not going to happen tomorrow, this week, or even this month.  Be patient, you’re still young.  This ended up being more of a rambling, but I hope you get the point.  You are loved and cared for.  Remember that and you’ll make it through.  I love you kid… never forget that.

and now, just hours later, i get home and check on him:

and after all that, he figured it out all by himself.  he never ceases to amaze me.  i always say that im the one who cares more than i should, but he does more than that.  he reaches into the world and touches the hearts of the unloved.  i think God put him on this earth to love and inspire those who need it most.  so, please, dont ever stop.