#buckster

Well bud, it's officially been 23 years. I've been dreading this day since last month and it's now here. And we still miss you each passing day. Jeff Buckley, you extraordinarily ordinary human: I'll be thinking of you and your loved ones today. Even when the world is at perilous war with itself. Got my candle and got you in my thoughts. I love you.

Last night, I had a dream about you. You were sensationalized, greater than life. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get to you. You were out of my reach. When I thought I was steps away, I was actually distancing myself further and further. It was an illusion. All this time, I thought I'd be able to touch you. Skin-to-skin contact. Flesh. Alive. When in actuality, you were long gone from us. Passed on. And on top of that, I was in competition with other female admirers of yours also trying to get to you. It was exhausting. At the end, I was sat on my living room couch gazing out the window into the day, wondering if there would ever come a time where I could finally meet you. Much like I do now in real life.