Thursday, May 18, 2017

What cannot be said will be wept. - Sappho


"In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send Hell away
No one sings like you anymore."

Devastated. Leveled. Stunned. Gutted. Reeling.

I don't know how to begin. I still remember 2015. I was planning to attend your concert in AU. It fell through and I let it go, thinking I still had a lot of chances to watch you perform in person. 

It "hurts so bad like a soul breaking..."  I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Say it isn't so. 


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