Deepest Days

When its hard to breathe, life is like a waking coma without a breeze, and the air is thick and weighs something.....

...a surreal wander through an old creepy town in the hills and a graveyard.

Hiding from the suns glare underneath a curious large tree sprouting over ancient headstones, broken and barely legible heaps some of them.

Where did that pipe come from, it just appeared








the silence makes a nice escape, and completes the daydream, until someone insists on yelling a murderers name 3 times while standing on his resting place...tempting whatever there is.

Heros and condemned men only a stones throw apart for generations and seasons upon a sleepy hill. What defining moment would I want on my marker? Maybe there is a reason this practice has fallen by the wayside.....I'm picturing "He was an Honor Student at Liberty Valley High School 2007 -2011, he went on to a lucrative and rewarding career in law.""