I never actually noticed how peaceful cemetery's were. The quiet, the stillness. It's soothing. Just sitting there, thinking, beside someone you've lost. It feels like they're still there. It feels wholesome, and right. It sit there, talking to thin air, but knowing that they'll listen.
I should go more often, maybe alone next time, so I can talk to Pop. Just talk. Tell him my problems, and my troubles, and feel the burdens slowly slip from my shoulders, flutter away with the cool winding breeze.
- Slipping Mentality
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