A star is a star, no matter how bright. A trick of the eye or opinion, or a weakness of heart... a feeling. Why we love is irrelevent... it's who we love that matters.
... and who we love and that we love, that makes them shine even brighter.
Philosophers words are taken and claimed and i can't remember who first said it... that failure is not falling down, it's not getting back up again.
Hendrix was a bright star who never failed..... he always tried and his fans could see it every time.
And so we weep and remember, in our despair we think of him... we who are left in pieces wondering if our hearts will ever feel whole again.
An angel in life, and now.....
An angel again.
He is missed.
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