Grieving.

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🍂 poetry 🍂
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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ a VERY unedited poem about grieving family/friends/pets, and also about the very unique grief that comes with content creator deaths.

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This poem is, in a way, dedicated to Technoblade, who very unfortunately died of cancer in June 2022. I was never a very big fan of Technoblade, but his content was a comfort to me during some times of my life and I did watch his videos with other creators I watched. And even before that, Techno was still a big part of the Minecraft community for years, which was a community I've been active in since I was a very young kid. He was an inspiration and comfort to so many people and I hope he knew that.
While a lot of people are drawing or cosplaying, I'm writing. I think that's one thing Techno always sort of inspired me to do in a way. The way he wrote and spoke was always so cool to me, and I aspired (and still sort of do aspire) to have the skill to put words into sentences that sounded as casual but also insightful as he did.
Technoblade never dies, especially not in our hearts. Corny, I know. Hopefully he's laughing at that, wherever he may be. My heart goes out to his family, and I hope he rests well. Good game and so long, king. <3

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🍂 written ;; 7.3.22 🍂
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// it took a little too long for me to write this given why it was written in the first place, but words are hard to find and i was still processing it all.