Truth is - I like cemetaries. Okay, fine - sue me. I don't get the "scary" or "creepy" thing. Cemetaries neither scare me nor creep me. Now digitally animated movie characters - that's an entirely different thing, but we'll speak of that later. (Shut it, RK)
Cemetaries offer an infinate amount of peace - the kind you just don't get unless, well, you're dead. 'Cause really, you think a bunch of dead people have the inclination to give you a hard time? That's what work is for.
Anyway, I guess my point is - there is an other-worldly grace to be found amongst the marble, stone and granite garden. There are stories waiting to be imagined. There are stories that will never be known. And if I am aware of anything - it is that life is fleeting. Not always short, but hardly ever cherished to the level it ought.
I know that life is a gift, not a promise. And maybe that's all cemetaries are for me - a reminder to breath, blink, smile, laugh, dance and dream. Well, that and to cut back on the salt and butter
1 comment:
You are too, too funny.
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