Humans Underground

Cemeteries entice me.

I find my eyes drawn to the old, decrepit stones and the wrought iron gates that house the dead. As I pass them by, my focus is directed to the earthy sight.

Inside each graveyard lies hundreds of stories. The bones underneath their markers lie as a reminder of the soul that once brightened the earth in its time.

So many spoken and unspoken words are buried under the earth. I imagine walking among the rows of names, breathing in the lives they must have lived. All those bones were once human. Living, breathing, kissing, laughing, crying, rejoicing and existing.

I'd walk among them all, every one, simply to let them know they are never forgotten.