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his eyes were as blue as the ocean & this is the story of how I got lost at sea.
his happiness was as powerful as a tsunami, washing over everyone and instead of ruining lives he made them better.
his waves were gentle, touching people with his kindness
god, he had so many layers, so many different parts.
no one would ever get down to the bottom, if you were lucky you only got to see 5% of him when there was 95% yet to be discovered
he could be as cold as the ocean in February
Never freezing over and closing off, because well that's not him
But if you dared to stick your toe in, he'd push you right back out, cold.
He could be cold.
he could be as choppy as when you drifted out into sea,
Like the ocean he is beautiful
like the ocean he had so many things that were terrifying.
but he was so gentle
he was so happy
his eyes are as blue as the ocean,
and that's how I'm lost at sea.