Dear Creatives

At certain points of my life, 

a part of you and I crossed paths

In no shape or form but it felt like the sun, 

warmth

I held unto it and draped it around me so a little piece of you would remain bound

to me

Oh to be stained by you.

And if we met in the flesh I’d show you my hands and say ‘oh I paint too’

A part of you touched my hands once, 

not in your shape or form but you came in a form of a horcrux.

Too powerful to be destroyed but powerful enough that a part of you seeped into

me and will forever remain

Your passion has poured life into this world.

Parts of you continue to live in this world and you’d never be forgotten.