Sokhak...continued

 This is a photo Sokhak took, one of his many talents.

Yesterday I said I would post something Sokhak wrote to me.  It would do him a disservice to correct any grammar issues so I'm pasting it here as he sent it to me.  The unfinished quality of it makes me smile.  I know he really meant all of the things he said.  I also know that I didn't deserve it.  This is something he wrote about our friendship...

Mixing a soul through spoken words. I give she takes, she gives I take. It's in one of its own. I see beauty in her eyes because I know she tells no lies. A mix of black and white: This is the mix that makes a gray and this is where we both stay. Of love and pain this is a story of both different people, of two lives that take shape in their own; to make a friendship I like to always keep. Like cherry blossom on spring's doorstep this has found a time to bloom. My friendship with her is like a note I like to sing with the most beautiful way my vocals can produce, but I would not want to sell anyone short for I think my heart knows better beauty. The sound it makes echoes from heart to heart. The sun falls and the darkness becomes my home. I find comfort in seeking for her friendly chat. A soft voice that speaks in more volume them she will ever know. Take's my grief away and gives me a light note of change. I believe because her words fly with a grace of an angel, and I stand with two feet on the ground and I feel like I have found my heaven. She gives me thoughts of her lord, I give her my thoughts of piece of mind, in the middle we meet, and we find solace in each others words. I heard a story of a man, who gave his life to the world, and he took nothing but pain, I heard it and it softly flows through my conscious. I heard it echo a song like a faint sonnet, but the song was of soft passion, helped me to lean in the wind and realize that the god in which I was pushing far away could maybe someday find its way to my heart. I know in this, my eyes open much brighter with this girl who paints me with a vision of white.  There is a truth to us in where I see. A history that has been made, short days has it been since my words fell upon her eyes, but it has been a lifetime of searching, till I found a friend such as this, so I hold this friendship high and let it never touch the earth for I surface to many times and I never tend to loose what I keep now. I give her my thoughts and melt them into words and wish she knew, but in the end she always has known and so this prose ends with this. Yes this truly exists...

 I miss him. 

If you knew him too I would love to hear stories you have about your time spent with him.  I have so many great memories and I'm sure you do to.  Please comment or send me an e-mail: kiralynnpdx@gmail.com

-Kira