i knew Elliot. he was a friend. i won't pretend to have been his closest friend, but whenever i approved on of his poems he'd always text me to say thank you and we'd talk, And whenever i posted one of my poems, he'd text me as well, encouraging me to write more.
he was also a poet. why he landed here to gift us with his words, words that he applied to 'paper' like Monet applied paint to canvas is beyond me. he was good enough to be a star. thing is, he was a star. and still is.
other things that Elliot was...
kind. sweet. tender. funny. smart. clever. caring. beautiful. human.
i am so thankful that, though he is gone, he left us with a gift. his poems. i shall forever treasure having them here to read when i need to remember that the world is a beautiful place no matter how dark it sometimes feels.
farewell my friend. i hope that, wherever you are, you never stop writing.
