Friday, October 7, 2016

Incense Burning

I guess you touched your limit of hearts and souls, I suppose maybe you lived out everything you were meant to, and there's a chance this was perfect timing for something else. Something bigger and greater than just yourself or even any of us you've touched by ending your story here.

But you will not be forgotten, for every time I burn cinnamon and cedar incense I will think of you and know no matter the color of your wings or which of halo or pitchfork you bare, that you are still here with me. Helping us all.


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