Queer Spectrum Life Coaching

Today one of my heros died.

I’ve been crying on and off all day. Their spoken poetry have gotten me through the worst times of my life. I am heartbroken that I will hear no more words for them. They aren’t on this plane to create any more art. They knew it was coming, and they were open about it coming, incredibly vulnerable about their morality with strangers to them, and yet my system feels shocked. If I, a fan but otherwise stranger, feels this much, then my whole heart goes out to those who were close to them.

And even further yet, I feel so much gratefulness to have been on this Earth the same time they were.
Their words will live on. I can return to those words for inspiration for the rest of my own life.

A beautiful soul is now one with the universe, and the moon, stars, and fireflies they love so much.

Thank you so much for sharing your vulnerability and art with us, .
You will be deeply missed. 💜