there's something about graveyards..
they don't need to put up signs telling drivers to proceed slowly..
the conscious knowledge of dead bodies dispersed everywhere is more than enough to keep my foot on the brakes..

the neatly kept grass, tall ancient trees, and strategically planted bushes..
peaceful. quiet. watching the clouds roll by.
people come and go with their flowers to pay respect to their loved ones..
i can't help but wonder who will visit my grave..
although i'd rather be cremated and scattered into the sea..

i don't think it's morbid..
if anything it makes me grateful that i'm alive and kicking..
and how i'll refuse to go gentle into that good night..
rage, rage against the dying of the light..
go out with a bang..
and i expect people to throw a big bash when i'm gone...
i just wouldn't have it any other way...