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.