Sometimes life isn't what it seems. Finding your way through the maze of paths can be frighting and disheartening. Follow this journey through soaring highs and abysmal lows overcast by mystery.
I stood behind them as they made a spectacle of the dead. The dirt was still naked and wet where she laid. Taking a chisel to her name will have to wait until the leaves fall once more. I bided my time as they squabbled over the mud on their shoes. This is when I realized reality never set in. Detached from this earth of ours, I look down and hope she isn’t just a rotting corpse in a fancy box. When my promise is fulfilled I will then fully understand. I just hope the ground isn’t as cold and dark as the world above.