You never realize how much someone means to you until you lose them.
Young bird soar. I will protect you.
Stand on my back, so you can spread these wings you have been blessed with.
Look to the stars.
Gentle, big bear, covered with pain. Your whiskers turn grey but your spirit is in the sky. Beyond this galaxy.
Just like me. Soar.
Broken at the bright stem.
You come back when the dew settles. The moon lights the sky. No sunlight for me big bear.
A thorn.
A howl.
A bloom.
You come back bright red. Lost. You lost your thorns.
Soar.
You told me many times before.
Get on my shoulders so you can see.
Look to the stars and you will see my love for you young bird.
Look to the stars so you may stand on your feet big bear.
I have not lost you.
Laugh. You don't believe me.
You have always been with me.
You are in the stars.
Young bird soar. I will protect you.
Big bear look at the stars.

Come closer, look at them.
Some bright, some dull.
Scars.
They make me who I am but they are not my cloud.
These ridges of imperfection are better than any movie you'll watch, any book you read, or any story you'll hear.
You can touch them, go ahead get familiar, as I have.
Pain.
Love.
Lust.
History.
They will turn to dust someday.
But don't fret, you'll have some of your own.