To the north of the city

I went stalking today. I've done it before. I never enjoy it. It's like window shopping for something specific, knowing you don't have the money (or in this case, emotional stability) to receive the goods.

I turned a corner and felt the houses line up beside me. I was going to lead them into battle, but they refused to follow.

I watched the graves shift in the graveyard as I walked past. Do you need to lose someone to fear them? Until then, I'll enjoy the serenity and ornate stonework. The thought that they might eat my friends is only scary when I say it out loud. From an apartment, I looked across the entire yard. If it weren't for the heavy, iron gates, I'm sure our subterranean neighbours would visit us more often.

TheSovietChairman