Dedicated to the one I love.

R.I.P Navin R. Johnson

I'd like to read an excerpt from one of my favorite poems if I may. I feel it to be both poignant and apropos at the same time. It's all too often beauty is taken away from us. It is thrust upon us at such a young age, and then ripped away from us. We suckle but only an instant on the teat of beauty, on the teat of innocence, on the teat of everything that this World was created to be.

Then, that milk is syphoned off from our hungry mouths. We starve. We starve on the ugliness, the bleakness, the hopelesness of it all. We once were babes. Once were children. Once were beautiful. Now what remains is nothing of what was. The future is a needle, it's eye the past. You can look through it, look back upon it... but you may not go through it. You may not go back. All that you have is the prick of the future, and it bleeds you dry.

Now, on with the poem.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


Rest in peace Navin. You will be missed. You will be loved. You will be in my heart. Always.