Pats.

We're supposed to write "wills" in which we detail out our experiences at Pat's and leave behind anything to people. This is not a will. It's something I've been meaning to write for a long, long time.

You are the blood that flows through my veins,

You are the beat that rocks my heart,

You are the light that guides my soul,

You are the hand that holds my head high,

You are the ground that I stand on,

You are the sky that I look up at,

You are the birds that fly around me,

You are the stars that whiz by over me,

You are the stars that twinkle their hearts out,

You are the wind that blows in my face,

You are the Sun that lights up my life,

You are the Moon who listens to my tears,

You are the night that tells me its secrets,

You are the flower that blossoms in eternity,

You are the flower sent to me from Heaven,

You are the silence that speaks the most,

You are the silence that comforts the most,

You are the fire that lights up the candle inside,

You are the fire that gives warmth to the soul inside,

You are the firefly that guides me in the dark of night,

You are the rooster that signals the break of dawn; the arrival of a new day,

You are the clouds that keep me afloat,

You are the lightning that makes me proud,

You are the hope that keeps me going,

You are the faith that tells me it's still worth it,

You are the tears that tell me I'm human,

You are the reason I'm still going on; still hanging on,

You are the sea that drowns my worries,

You are the ocean that stores my secrets,

You are the trees that give me shelter,

You are the fruit that quenches my hunger,

You are the storyteller who never bores,

You are the magician that turns my frown upside down,

You are my Room of Requirement that fulfills my hopes and wishes and needs and wants and desires,

You gave me the people I call friends, people I call brothers,

You gave me the people I cannot live without,

You gave me the people who make me who I am,

You *made* me what I am,

You are the greyness I call home.