Drifting off…

There’s something hauntingly beautiful about a snowy cemetery. A soft blanket of white gently decorating the graves. When the snow gets deep, the world becomes hushed and quiet…not unlike a tomb. Everything feels peaceful, rather than eerie. I think all souls, both living and deceased, can appreciate that.

Danse Macabre

I fall into the silence.

Surrounded by the prying eyes of entities unknown.

I feel the embrace of the icy autumn breeze.

Leaves dance like they have secrets.

Unseen fingers play with strands of my hair like a doting lover.

Awash in the chill of death and finality, I find peace.

I belong here. This is home.

Dancing among the remains.

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