Sometimes I get so solemn, so low I swear I can relate to corpses. So low I feel the worms feeding. Why are graveyards the best place to write in? I stopped in at the graveyard on the way back home from an errand today. Celie had fallen asleep while we
were driving home so I swung up around to the Old
Log Church
for a pit stop for a few minutes.
There’s just something about that place.
I’ve been going there for a good amount of my life, either to walk
around the grounds, visit dead relatives, hang out inside the building, take
pictures, or to connect with nature, self, spirit. I have always felt very peaceful in graveyards, comfortable there.I always get in a writing mood when I am there. I sat there today and wrote about 3 poems, just basic train of thought quick poems. Not super quick train of thought, but very little thinking or editing. Just what came to me. A nice little release on the dead before returning home. It's weird, it's like I'm cumming on them, a money shot for the dearly departed. Pardon the comparison, but I just have to get this out of me! An "abrupt discharge" of thought. Ahhh...that's better. A passage of necrophilia.
It’s a good feeling to be able to experience a place like
this that makes you feel so serene on the inside and reflective and
inspired. I write in graveyards. I write amongst the dead. Maybe I’m writing to them? Maybe I’m writing for them? Whatever the case, I dig it. Yes, it's definitely October.
Musing Through,
Missie Sue
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