In Loving Memory

There are more graves in this cemetary than all the people I have ever known my entire life.

It's like the ouside world has been muffled. It's almost silent save the rustle of trees in the wind.

There's too many. Too many names, too many lives for my brain to make sense of.

I feel the urge to sink to my knees at every tombstone I read and cry. To mourn people I have never known, and never will.

My future surrounds me as far as I can see. Choking me, warning me, silently calling me.