The day is almost over… but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to make a post.
A year ago today, Angel got on a plane in Milwaukee after 6-months of being here with me. It’s hard to believe it’s already been a whole year but, here we are, and a year has passed. I still miss her. I’m sure I will for the rest of my life- how can I not? That girl was my best friend. She knew things about me that I’ll never tell anyone else. We went on adventures, and laughed, and cried.
Our friendship was the kind that other people envied.
We finished each other’s sentences. We could practically read each other’s minds.
She taught me that sometimes soulmates aren’t just lovers. Sometimes they’re your friends.
Now, here we are a year later, and today, I did something that fucking scared me. Today, I hit that infamous publish button. Today, on September 10, 2021… I published a poetry collection on Amazon with KDP. It’s called Bloom, and right now, it’s only available in Kindle form. However, on Monday, I’m hoping to release the paperback version.
Modeled after the four seasons, Bloom is split into four separate parts. Spring, Summer, Winter, and Fall. Each of these seasons represents something else- what do they mean to you?
It’s a project that I’ve been working my ass off on.
One that I was trying to keep secret- not just because I planned to release it today but, also because I knew that if I talked about it, there are people out there who would’ve been trying to talk me out of it. Some people would’ve told me that “self-publishing doesn’t make you an author” and others would say “anyone can do that.” To those people, I say that writing a book- whether it be poetry or not is a lot harder than you fucking think. Because there is nothing easy about taking bits of yourself- private, delicate pieces, and showing them to the world.
And if that’s your definition of easy, then I don’t understand you one bit.
So, tonight, or tomorrow, I want you to call up the person or people that you love most in this world. Tell them you love them. Go out to coffee with them. See a movie. Go for a drive. Do whatever you can while you can because, you never know when that last “goodbye” is the last one you’ll ever get to have with them.
And if you’re out there reading this… I still love you. No matter how much time passes, I will always love you. Today, tomorrow, twenty-years from now. A little time and a little distance won’t change that. Not for me. It never has. It never will.
I wish you’d call me.
I love you mostest.
-Sky
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