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.