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I saw someone in a graveyard

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Visiting their dead.

It looked like they were kneeling by a headstone and crying.

Yeah.

There’s things you don’t come back from, or the God of the random, or tempting fate, by texting and driving.

Incredible sadness.

The depths.

You should notice it, if you really see it.

Maybe that is being empathetic, maybe it is being an attentive audience member to this thing..

You should notice some things.

If they’re worth it.

People at work, they like to talk about food.

Places they go to, buffets, meals they make at home..how much everything costs..

Most conversations, I just…I have no business in them.

So I stay quiet 🀫

And people don’t think I have anything to say.

Maybe they’re right πŸ€”

That doesn’t stop the rest of you, so God damn it that doesn’t stop me either πŸ‘

It’s fun to notice things.

I notice when animals are hungry.

I notice when people need space.

I notice… A woman in a graveyard as I drove by..

All the questions came to me.

A parent?

A spouse?

A child?

Who is in the ground?

What was their relationship to you?

Why do you feel compelled to be close to their Dead shell?

The shed skin.

The exoskeleton.

The empty temple .

The dry vessel…

I know where Monster is buried, out in the woods..

He changed me from the inside out, but I only visit him in my mind.

I return to the memories,

The time,

The scenario..

(little Angel)

Little something,,, I believe an animal can be sent.

By who?

From where?

I dunno.

You can’t explain coincidence with math, Numbers are astronomical , but they are very different from path.

Magic that we don’t know.

Things we can’t explain.

It’s romantic πŸ’•

I like the idea of something else..

I like that ☺️

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