david-bowie

I cry. I sob, actually. I feel a loss for someone whom I have never met; someone who encouraged me to remain different from the rest, and to keep on living in a world of art and expression. I’m not too sure if I have ever felt this way about someone famous who’s died, but I do now. I had some of the best times with him, and he didn’t even know it. Or, perhaps he did.

David Bowie, you’ve joined me on many road trips; you had comforted me as I traveled down some dark and lonely roads (and will continue to do so). You had a hold on me with your freakness when I was just 14 years old, and I held you, with reverence.

As the world knows, there was something about you that struck the loudest chord which then reverberated in our hearts, in our minds and in our bodies. 

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