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You need to overlook that the first two minutes are this guy singing way out of his comfort zone and using every gimmick he can call to duty to get 'er done, but put this video up to eleven and take my word here.
It's raining hard and the hatches are battened. I'm fiddling with a near miss portrait to make it look more like him and clicking links in strange places. I'm just reaching to snap this off and suddenly all my love is flying out my face and ears and blowing my roof off. I'm yelling his name.
I have been learning many things in the days since those terrible pixels burnt my eyeprints, and I'm running on only four hours of sleep — it's coming in waves — but I think Tru left out of love for me.
Nothing removes grief. Nothing removes love. ALL that you can do with the real is let it move you and learn to incorporate the extent of it into the rest of your life. How are you going to do that when you are so used to being someone you're not, so trained to doing your tragedies and victories like they tell you to?
Detaching from these is not disowning them. It is becoming them. Remembering yourself and being that, living for life... all of it.
always and any time....
