I wanna hold your hand.

With Forbidden Friendship streaming into my ears thoughts of death come bursting through the loose fabric that houses my memories.  A kid that "friended" me on Facebook tonight has a mutual friend in common with me.  The common person on both our pages wasn't a friend of mine persay, a relationship or even a Facebook stalkee, but he is someone that entered my life and changed a piece along the way.  He is the first boy that I had a slight feeling for that glanced in my direction here in Ohio.  He is a life force that shined as bright as the dying star he would soon join.  His name is David and he is dead.

The unfortunate thing about this person is that he was made into a world of logic and in turn was poisoned by the thing he tried so hard to defy.  His moments in breath were out lasted by the breath of his moments and he died officially too young on Sunday.  He was 26.

I think the worst part of this whole situation is the fact that I knew it was coming.  The way his eyes ricocheted off your skin.  The fact that the boy never knew what he told you or could remember what you told him.  His life was a party and no one was around for the clean-up after.  He was a drug user and abuser and the alcohol flowed through his veins like toxic life.  He, like so many young gay boys before him, hid behind extravagance to blind the reality.  He was happy doing everything in his power to not comprehend being sad.  To cover up his actuallity was destroying him.  His light has gone out.  And although he is gone in sight he will live on in mind.  I hope he touched as many lives as he needed to in his short span.  For I feel our mission if chosen to accept it is to be alive long enough to open someones eyes, heart, mind, soul, for the better.  I believe David did.  R.I.P. mister.