Polly Bear,
when i met you, you were already sad. I went up to you on the train back home from Jon’s house and you talked to me about your sadness, our first convo was so intimate and comforting. We became roommates after that and although you were sad, you radiated beauty, grace and courage. Your energy dominated the household and many times it nurtured me.
You were still a goofball and a half though.. TRUE STORIES and Monty Python <3 forever!!!
I didn’t know you had entered your sadness again, but from far away i felt your energy, always so dominate… and have thought of you often.
I love you miss Polly, my roommate, my sister, my friend. I will miss you and so will the world that knew you.
