Plate

She would take random pictures and videos of her close friends and showed them beautiful parts of themselves.  She was so cruel to herself, and would constantly give feedback and challenge herself, we'd wonder, but she is so beautiful, why can't she see. She was the woman, who came into my life and changed everything. She elevated me, secured me and then she didn't. I lost her, and am loosing more of her, and now she's gone. Nobody will ever know what she meant to me. My sacred love, I don't know how I'll live without you. " He says, to himself.  She was my only friend, in my business. And she will be very missed.  Sabi was full of life, energy. She was crazy, fiesty, happy and compassionate. Funny. Did we say crazy?! Oh sorry, we couldn't forget.  She was a beautiful, sucessful feminist who loved  herself. And she was smart. Intelligent. And a stoner. I can't do this. I can't talk. She was like me. In so many ways.  And with this, she felt a ri

Somedays, it's pain. Otherdays, her sisters envy, jealousy and love come to visit. The only kind siblings, were loneliness & numbness. She never visits and never expects. Loneliness: She didn't even know she was misunderstood. It just never occured for her that she could be seen by others, when she herself couldn't see them.  She didn't need to label her feelings. She never thought to want anyone else. She was safe, happy and content. Self sufficient.