misha9999999

...we made a stop after driving
for a few hours on the way to Chicago... I got a
coffe from local McDonalds and we sat outside
watching the local sruffy kids eat their burgers
on the front patio... Wind was making the smoke
of my ciggaret dance for a few short seconds
before tearing off its white see-through clothes...
Right before getting back into the car I saw
what looked like an old cemetery up on the hill.
"Hey, why don't we walk up there? It could be
interesting..." We climbed up the hill, the ground
was soft, as if freshly dug up and covered
with blooming wild strawberries... The cemetery
wasn't as old as I though it would be... The earliest
graves were dated around mid 1800s. Some
didn't have names or dates, just a stone sticking
out of the grass. A few were for kids that lived
less than a week, with weathered ceramic toys
left there by somebody... We made a circle and
on the way back decided to take a little different
rout and ended up on the edge of a cliff that looked over
the road... But you couldn't hear the cars, they were
too far away, only the sound of the grass and the nearby
trees... And as if in one of those moments of epiphany
when you know what you must do, I laid on the grass
looking into the sky... I had to do it, there was no
other way... So I laid there remembering that I had
this before, this exact moment many years ago when
I was laying in the grass with a girl that I loved and the
world seemed so far away, and everything was
perfect... Only this time I was by myself, there was someone
sleeping next to me, but I had no real connection to them...
I was alone... But the funny things is, in that moment,
everything was perfect and far away and I was there one
on one with myself... I haven't felt so at peace in a long time...