Olúwafèyíṣarámi

To you my friend, I raise my glass I celebrate all that you are to me And all that you are in yourself. You put a smile on my face just the same way you discipline; I am assured and secure in the truth of our friendship The depth I crave, I have found it therein. I hit what we have on every side and I find no hollow. Now, I see that possibility in all that we preach We have become these words We are the flesh these words have become. I thank God for u my brother, my friend. Come war, come celebration, I see you by my side. I know I can fight alongside you and you will cover me And I know that during celebration, we will feast and be merry together. In truth alone, we have stood. In truth and without self, we have helped the other grow. Over the years, it has become clearer. I appreciate you, L. And though you r not here in person, we thank God for technology...we connect yet I miss the little things still. To you my bro, I raise my glass. Cheers!

Mission accomplished? I applaud you. Because you really did get to me. There is that place where When someone does something to you You don't have to feign it. You just are simply indifferent; untouched. This is where I figured I was until you happened. There is this other place Where no matter how I feign indifference The hurts and emotions seep through It rises high, up my neck and up to my face But that's just because I care. I have realized how valuable you are to me. I have been to 'angry land' and I'm back But in all of that, I cannot but care.