I think of you from time to time
More than I thought I would
You were just too kind
And I was too young to know
That's all that really matters
I was a fool.
(House of Memories, PATD)
Certain points are more painful than others. Particularly, over the holidays. Christmas was the worst, but Valentines was a direct jab. Spearing, searing, damn near crippling. I do what I can with what I've got. The few friends I have. I try not to think of the ones I've lost. Dell.....Jude....our little circle that very much became my life when I was, for lack of a better word..."alive."
Everything changes when you die. Yet ironically, never me. I remain the same, the steady rock among the ever flowing stream. Stuck in place while everything moves around me, changes, contorts and warps into something different. While everything moves on, I'm still right here. Craig Cleric. The guy that will never change. The guy that will always be there for a good laugh.
I'm okay with that for the most part. The perks of never changing is knowing exactly what to do. Sure, you'll feel like a broken record. Repeating yourself. Routines that seem like you did the exact same thing yesterday. Sometimes being caught in a never-ending loop isn't all that bad. Sometimes, it's downright dreadful. I guess it's all on how you look at it that day. Perspective is relative.
Or sometimes...You can put on a mask. Keep those thoughts locked tight and throw away the key. Remain that rock, while slowly....in your mind...you're becoming that stream. Little do you know that the dam blocking your path....is you.
A wide smile, the mirror image he was facing. His reflection right in front him. No one would really ever know those thoughts. Not as he straightened his bow tie, slapped that liar's mask onto his face and smoothed his hair off to the side with steady fingers.
Everyone's always lovable goofball: Craig Christ.
Certain points are more painful than others. Particularly, over the holidays. Christmas was the worst, but Valentines was a direct jab. Spearing, searing, damn near crippling. I do what I can with what I've got. The few friends I have. I try not to think of the ones I've lost. Dell.....Jude....our little circle that very much became my life when I was, for lack of a better word..."alive."
Everything changes when you die. Yet ironically, never me. I remain the same, the steady rock among the ever flowing stream. Stuck in place while everything moves around me, changes, contorts and warps into something different. While everything moves on, I'm still right here. Craig Cleric. The guy that will never change. The guy that will always be there for a good laugh.
I'm okay with that for the most part. The perks of never changing is knowing exactly what to do. Sure, you'll feel like a broken record. Repeating yourself. Routines that seem like you did the exact same thing yesterday. Sometimes being caught in a never-ending loop isn't all that bad. Sometimes, it's downright dreadful. I guess it's all on how you look at it that day. Perspective is relative.
Or sometimes...You can put on a mask. Keep those thoughts locked tight and throw away the key. Remain that rock, while slowly....in your mind...you're becoming that stream. Little do you know that the dam blocking your path....is you.
A wide smile, the mirror image he was facing. His reflection right in front him. No one would really ever know those thoughts. Not as he straightened his bow tie, slapped that liar's mask onto his face and smoothed his hair off to the side with steady fingers.
Everyone's always lovable goofball: Craig Christ.