slow down everyone you're moving to fast

i visited frank today. it's been a long time and today was nice [and i'm staying away from this apartment like it's the plague] i took a walk over to the graveyard. i felt as though the minute i walked in that it became silent. the only sounds were the trees moving in the wind, dead leaves scraping the ground, and the birds warning me that if i stayed too long i'd become dead inside.

i walked past the countless graves wondering if there were more there since the last time i'd be around...it sort of felt that way. i begged [in my mind] for the ghosts of these people to speak to me--to tell me, what it is like...where they are and what they're doing...and what is this all about?? but their screams were silenced because i couldn't understand their dead voices.

i don't think i'll go back for awhile...i have nothing to talk to frank about and i think the magic has gone.

as i walked out i saw a fresh grave with flowers next to it. i wonder about all of their stories. who they were and where they'd been and what they felt about life and death.


sweeter dreams.
k