Today was a sunny autumn day and I went for a walk on the cemetery where my dad rests and where I one day too will be buried. There were golden and red leaves everywhere and the birds were singing as I went to light a candle on my father’s grave. I then decided to stroll around for a bit, checking out the old tomb stones, sculptures and flowers while listening to „Cemetery Gates“ by The Smiths. Usually, visits to the graveyard leave me feeling depressed but this time I was truly at peace with this place and felt a way that I could only describe as „elevated“.
>inb4 cringe
>inb4 fag
Fair point but the feeling was authentic and new to me, as was the urge to share it and have a little cathartic experience with it.