you have always been genuine.
Made everything seem as an adventure.
Not once have you made those times stale and dull.
Vibes so positive you showed the true meaning of the saying,
“Come one, come all.”
Your departure was an unexpected one.
Today is gloomy, cold, and slow.
Your energy still flows within us.
Memories that bring smiles to the face.
Your laugh, your charisma warm up this day,
and the rest of our time until we catch up to you.
I’m glad we met and chilled…
Until next time,
-GATO-
On my way to work, I walked by a squab who has fallen out of its nest. It looked at me and I at it. It did not move or seemed startled. I was running a bit late so I wasn’t able to take a picture of it. So instead, I drew it and wrote a letter to it. And this is how it goes.
Precious Pigeon Squab,
We both share the same struggle. We want to grow and explore. Desiring to experience the world and what it offers, you prematurely spread your wings and took that plunge. Not realizing the tenderness of your plumes, you could not embrace the support of the wind to help you soar. The laws of gravity and your aerodynamics did not work in your favor. You hit the cold dry earth of the freeway underpass. Something so innocent and pure as you does not belong in this dirt and grime.
I too have hit rock bottom. But I assure you, this is just a bit of turbulence that will hit you during your flights in life. You will grow strong and overcome, but with time and a plethora of patience.
Sincerely,
Passing Pedestrian

An empty coffee jar will be decorated with this doodle. I’m a bit scared to color it but like my cousin told me, “Never be scared to color. Fuck it, regret nothing.” Just wanted to take a picture of this before I mess it up.
