It was a force made of love and a force that ended a life in pain.
It was a moment of Nirvana when he took the first hit.
He was who he was no better no worse.
They laugh at the differences he laughs at the sameness.
If they love the person he's not he'd rather earn their hate.
This life is made of hollow souls but he was the first to crack out of the boring sameness.
He dived into something taboo yet it felt comfortably right.
It wasn't wrong yet not right, but the culture of his years exploded into his lifestyle.
It was a cracking pressure which drained the human soul.
We strive for the same he strived to find his difference.
They told a lone souls life as a lie he lived in his truth.
He was zen in his moment, the moment of Nirvana.
Life was his getaway, but he couldn't seem to get away.
He took it in comfort alone with his thoughts the crisp quiet tree falling in the depths of the empty woods.
No more pain no more love only the soft rememberence of freeing of the soul.
A freedom of pain, suffering and the external world.
