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(I REPEAT, the image above is NOT mine)
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I had already written this RECord previously, but now with the unfortuntate events, I felt that it seemed very fitting to be written for Dan.

Become the flame. When you're not the flame, to burn is torture. It's execeeding the boundaries of emotional distress. It's chewing glass while inside of an oven. Kissing the lips of a boiling tea kettle. Unwanted activities when you're not the flame. When you become the flame, burning becomes the luxury. It will keep you safe at night. To burn is to dance while the music isn't playing. Being the flame will brighten the minds of the skeptics who told you it was impossible. Possibilities become endless, opportunities become attracted; because you are now the flame. And when this happens everything around you is on fire. You have become contagious. You are now the beautiful fiery sickness that people are seeking. There is no cure to being the flame because nobody wants one. Your eyes are red and orange and whatever you stare at turns to black and then to dust. People feel close to you when they enter a sauna without the slightest clue that this is only a cruel joke. An illusion of what you really are. Becoming the flame is no simple task; and without the skill it's a useless attempt. We are a family of embers, flames, candlesticks and matches. The light that refuses to go out at night; and when it's time to say goodbye, we are now the ash that clouds the sky.

(I thought it would be nice If Owen found some true happiness at the end of his journey) :)
(This is not my drawing) :)


Owen once knew that love only grew
when you put yourself before others,
he thought about how he never knew til now
what makes two owls become lovers,

With perspective and light he spoke with great might
and vowed to keep love long lived,
and once this was done his feathers were spun
when he bumped into beautiful Olive,

Forget what you've heard because this beautiful bird
was a sight worth nickels and gold,
Owen felt great and asked Olive for a date
If he may be so fickle and bold,

Olive was suprised by this bird's loving eyes
and she could tell he was a honest Owl,
so she replied very quick, lets have a picnic,
Owen said he will bring the towels,

The date was divine as they ate cheese and wine,
and they loved each other real soon,
they walked through the park until it was dark
and Owen bought Olive a balloon,

Owen couldn't believe all the happiness received
on that special day with his love,
not every bird knows you must love to get love,
unless of course you're a dove.