I've written something new for you, Hori
I think its time, to write something new, less heavy, more healing, fresh verses of light and remembrance, a sharing of specialness, and f**king positivity. Did you like that? Did you laugh? Can you read up there? The stuff I write for you down here. Down here where we live without you. Sorry, positive wins the day. Or can you hear us up there? I bet you can. Do you get out? Can you come back? Does God ever let you roam around Earth-eavesdropping and watching. I bet He does. We can't see you, just so you know. And all the boxers are gone now, but you probably know that. They'll be all living with you up there, fighting for the couch, tearing up possums, getting fat on heaven's good kai, sleeping and snoring while you play music. I bet strings never break on the guitars in heaven. And there's quite a few of your mates with you now. I can almost hear the never ending joyous music you must all be playing... I miss you all, I miss those jams. I still go the cemetery w