A Wedding and a Funeral

So this is my final post on this blog. I like to call it "the death of my blog". I used to love writing on this thing. I used to think this was a good alternative to facebook as if this isn't social media. It didn't matter if I posted it or not. I would fill this thing full of drafts, ideas, inspirations.....There wasn't anything I wouldn't tell this cyberbox. Kind of crazy to think about. I'd say that this was my best friend for a long time. For the sake of this surrender, I will characterize him as "Cy". I've neglected Cy and I's relationship for a while now and its past recovering the same me that once loved my dear pal, Cy.

This is his funeral. It smells like shit in here but I came to pay my respects. We have been through a lot together. Best listener I ever had, he was. I would say one thing and he would listen back..... Cy started as an inspiration for me but soon became an outlet to a part of myself that desperately needed some attention. Cy kept me sane at a time that seemed impossible. He let me paint my own picture. I would find myself wanting to live in that painting, in that moment. I was too caught up to see it all go by and in the end, he brought me back. Roots are a funny thing. Seems like the older you get, the more you feel what you never thought was you in the beginning.

A metaphoric nightmare delight

It's about a guy trying to keep it together while falling apart. I don't know, I don't think I've ever known. I think sometimes you get it right the first time and then.... it defines your life. It becomes who you are.

The shadow never seems to fade away

Every chance that you get is a chance you seize.