sham. rocks.

Your dreams are only as bright as the colors on the palette that you choose to paint them with. ♥
~ Tuesday, July 26 ~
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“We only said goodbye with words. I died a hundred times. You go back to HER and I go back to BLACK…” -These LYRICS, these WORDS hold a meaning within them in regards to my life that NO ONE could ever decipher. With every song, this woman tells my story and the story of a million lost souls trying to find a break through dense, gray clouds, covered by a trillion dark whispers. This woman sung the sorrows that so many ache to release. Her voice, so vulnerable, rich, and raw created a beautiful masterpiece of divine character reflective of misery and lifelong pain.  Amy -like me- was not afraid to be different, emotional, vulnerable and honest; and this is what I will always love about her. Her emotions lay on a canvas that she carved and crafted from the deepest miseries of her beloved soul, which resulted in the creation of not one, but two infamous gifts to mankind: “Frank” and “Back to Black.” Amy may have never truly conquered her addiction, but she mastered the art of being one of god’s most treasured jewels. I take it as an honor that god would allow mankind to borrow an angel to let all of us souls who think that blue skies are as distant as the moon know that if we allow our hearts to be open we too will see the sun. So while many may see her premature demise as a true heartbreak, I cherish her life because it was an accomplishment; for Amy is one of a million souls that will finally show the ones who follow that if you allow yourself to be free you can make your own light to outshine even the darkest of clouds. -Sham

“We only said goodbye with words. I died a hundred times. You go back to HER and I go back to BLACK…”

-These LYRICS, these WORDS hold a meaning within them in regards to my life that NO ONE could ever decipher. With every song, this woman tells my story and the story of a million lost souls trying to find a break through dense, gray clouds, covered by a trillion dark whispers. This woman sung the sorrows that so many ache to release. Her voice, so vulnerable, rich, and raw created a beautiful masterpiece of divine character reflective of misery and lifelong pain. 

Amy -like me- was not afraid to be different, emotional, vulnerable and honest; and this is what I will always love about her. Her emotions lay on a canvas that she carved and crafted from the deepest miseries of her beloved soul, which resulted in the creation of not one, but two infamous gifts to mankind: “Frank” and “Back to Black.”

Amy may have never truly conquered her addiction, but she mastered the art of being one of god’s most treasured jewels. I take it as an honor that god would allow mankind to borrow an angel to let all of us souls who think that blue skies are as distant as the moon know that if we allow our hearts to be open we too will see the sun. So while many may see her premature demise as a true heartbreak, I cherish her life because it was an accomplishment; for Amy is one of a million souls that will finally show the ones who follow that if you allow yourself to be free you can make your own light to outshine even the darkest of clouds.

-Sham