TO YOU I WRITE

I wrote this for my roommate. The most wonderful soul! 

[NO HOMO]

I remember walking into the room and seeing your stuff on the other side
and I thought “oh snap, so this is who I get to annoy with my awkwardness for
the rest of my second year??!!... Great!”
But to my surprise, guess who got me in awkward stitches (._.)
I remember the first time I read your piece, stoked and surprised I. was!
And I kept asking for more, and so did the “write and read for each other” become a trend
(even though you couldn’t tell me how whack [MY] lines were)
I remember the monkey morning,
eerr we don’t even need to go into detail with this one :)
I was careless, but so were you
Hence the room was left unlocked most of the time
And none cared (._.)…??
I remember how shy you were to tell me about my necklace
(not that you ever did tell what exactly happened to the poor thing)
But then “chilled” was the motto
“Hacked” was never p-7’s tradition
I remember you stole my cheese….and I stole your All Bran (._.)
And the night of your *munches*…Lol dude you stole my Weet-Bix that night :’D
But a “confession moment” was held right?
We were alien like that
I remember you being and outlet for my you-know-who exhausted “fairy tale”
Yes I did annoy you.
Always riddled with curiosity,
but YOU were never too scared to give straight answers to my *boundless* questions
Too skeptical to bare your soul to the world,
Grief held in check, sorrow contained,
But one could see an aching void inside you.
Buried for so long, pinned and nearly numb,
Riven with INTERNAL conflict
And torn apart by personal doubts.
So now as let myself sink down into my thoughts,
The see of memories:

TO ZETHU SOLAM MACATSHA I WRITE:
Like a tomb stone made of granite,
Engraved in its darkness is a richer dust.
Somewhere in you lies a special wonderful atmosphere
And one of these days, you’ll find an extraordinary sense of peacefulness within its wall.
The air will be fresh. Redolent of dew-laden grass and green growing things (and maybe NOT *the green things* (",)
You’ll get to the core of your being, the centre of your psyche
And there, you will find hidden resources, a strength that has ALWAYS existed in you.
Like growing lilacs, bursting with green leaves and white buds,
You will be in full flower.
But sometimes none can help us, we have to find courage ourselves.
One woman holds the key to your soul. YOU!
Now smile (",) for you have managed to go on living for 20 years!!! (",)
You have a good heart zethu.
Unaware, but YOU are a  boxed set, a gift item.
HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY ROOMIE (",)
Go forth child and [God] bless you.
I do miss you [and the rest is still unwritten]
WORD!