fuck. this is so incredibly sad and sudden. hayley always seemed so fun and funny and full of life. I loved her builds. hopefully this doesn’t seem trite but I always turn to this poem when someone meaningful passes over. love to all her friends and family. cozxx
Today we friends and strangers meet
because our friend is now complete.
She has left time. Perhaps we feel
we are the ghosts and her the real -
so fixed and constant does she seem,
so starlike. May the human dream
arise again to find her woken
at its heart, though to be spoken
once is as miraculous
as a thousand times. What utters us,
blind nature, told the trees and birds
and bright stars; yet of all the words
we knew, her name was the most dear.
We give thanks she was spoken here
fuck. this is so incredibly sad and sudden. hayley always seemed so fun and funny and full of life. I loved her builds. hopefully this doesn’t seem trite but I always turn to this poem when someone meaningful passes over. love to all her friends and family. cozxx
Today we friends and strangers meet
because our friend is now complete.
She has left time. Perhaps we feel
we are the ghosts and her the real -
so fixed and constant does she seem,
so starlike. May the human dream
arise again to find her woken
at its heart, though to be spoken
once is as miraculous
as a thousand times. What utters us,
blind nature, told the trees and birds
and bright stars; yet of all the words
we knew, her name was the most dear.
We give thanks she was spoken here