Pranav_HP

I could hear all those things you ran from with every song you released living your dream

you didn’t need to play your albums in reverse to hear the taunting of your demons

I grew up I cradled your songs close to my chest & I knew I wasn’t the only one

that felt numb that watched the sun set that wanted something rather than nothing to matter

I wish we could’ve found a new palette of colors that just weren’t a collection of shit grey so maybe the world wouldn’t need rose colored glasses just so it can make another rotation just so the fingers of the sun could tighten it’s grip out of love rather than anger

I hope you slipped calmly beneath the waves when you decided to let go of the edge you so desperately clung

I’m sorry that your armor broke I’m sorry that you were the only one who could repair it I’m sorry that your symphony played it’s final notes in the middle of battle

you may have already felt like a ghost in your final hours but we never lost sight of the spirit you let spill from your eyes with your honest lyrics & your highest notes

you felt the weight of a thousand worlds for so long that anyone could understand why you would floorboard it to insanity

you don’t need to apologize I understand that these plans we make can be written in blood washed away with the mud of uncut clouds leaving us with more questions of subjects we thought to be experts on

I hope you didn’t scream at yourself I hope you finally felt like you won I hope you can walk to what you always wanted when you wake up on whatever road you travel next

I fucking care that your flickering light went out amongst a sea of dimmer specks, even though you might feel you didn’t shine as brightly as you did so many used you to guide us shining brighter than Polaris did in a world without the pollution of smog traced neons

I’m sorry that you lost books of stories when you lost track of your scars & those consequential sharp edges are wounds some of us share as we trudge this unmapped path

so we all continue forward under this blanket of scars & we still listen to your words hydrohelioizing your perfect non-flickering