rachaeldeath

So it's become a habit ... or perhaps an obsession, as of late, for me to stroll through the grave yard during dusk. I'm absolutely mesmorized buy the bare spindly trees offset by the sinking sun behind them. The old tombstones seem to give cold ominous stares and the place is always deserted. It's a maze of hedges and winding walkways. My music is the only thing I've got keeping me company while I scuff down the over grown paths to something eerie that only adds to the spookiness of being the only living amoung the dead. I've found myself a quaint little bench that is ideal for watching the sky dim and then light up again with stars. I've finally found something I can keep as a secret. Something I can take refuge in.

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