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LOS MUERTOS
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LOS MUERTOS Ever been in one of those moods? I’m sitting here the light is red and my thoughts are wondering. I look at this day as a special day most thinks of it as a day to go out and get free candy. No one expects to find me here, yet I sit here year after year. It started when I was a kid I was at this foster home on the east coast and a crossed the street was this huge cemetery. At fist I was scared, it was beyond creepy but something was pulling me to it. This urge was strong and so one night I snuck out and ran as fast as I could down the block and across the street. I walked up to the gates over grown with moss and ivy. My first step through the gates and my world changed, I felt at home. So quite all that is heard is your own heart beat. As your heart beats you fill life in a place that is perceived as dead. As I cross the gates tonight I wonder what my friends are doing tonight. I wonder if they are wondering what I’m doing? Most nights you find me out in a club hunting for my next conquest. Not tonight I need this time to myself. I have been over whelmed with so much everything big and small will be thought of tonight. Its here I will find the peace and much needed rest I have been craving. I start my journey; I begin to let my mind clear as I walk waiting until something calls me to it. Tonight I walk for a while everything seems to be talking to me. I walk on; it’s the blackest black I have seen. Even when I close my eyes it’s never been this dark. I smile at this, take a deep breath and let it out. I walk up this hill and there it is. In the middle of everything is a tree. The beauty of it is remarkable. This will be my spot. A closer look at it tells me its dead, has been for sometime. I wonder how many times it’s been hit by lighting. The char spots are large and deep, no matter how many times this tree has been struck it’s still standing. I feel like this tree, tonight this tree will be my life line to the world that has left us. Another deep breath as I sit and prop myself against my new friend, I rummage through my back pack making sure I will have the things I need. When all is in order I lift my head and take in my surroundings. To my left and right are huge cement walls covered by ivy. Below me is grave after grave. Each has its own special marker, each with a description. What do you put on a grave stone marker? How do you want this person remembered? I wonder what people will say about me? Who will be there? Do I want a wake, a ceremony, a viewing or do I just want to be cremated? Why are there so many things to think about before a person can be laid to rest? Whatever happens I want mine to be simple, nothing expensive, and very intimate. Death is what it is; nothing can change the out come. It’s the absence of that person that hurts, not the actual death. So as I look from grave to grave I can’t help wonder who these people lying in this cold wet ground left behind. I start rummaging through my back pack to pull out my bottle of JD; it’s time to propose a toast to this night when the souls of the dead are allowed to roam free on earth. I hold the bottle up tilt it and take a huge swig, and swallow the burn as it goes down. Instantly I feel the warmth spread through out my body, the muscle start to relax in my shoulders. I start to slouch even more. I take another long pull and get ready to obtain my thinking position. If not just for this one night I’m free nothing is holding me down. I’m just Shane no expectations.
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Well well well Croo….welcome on the board of writers..You are a wonderful and so full of comments about everyones elses story but crist Croo you can write as well. Excellent, you do know your stuff.I have a feeling you are writing about yourself…am I right because in a way I do know how one feels after a long journey…and putting them down on a piece of paper sometimes helps you to move on…So keep on doing what ever you feel like writing Croo because you do know your stuff, excellent…keep going and I´ll be reading and commenting.You almost gave me a heartattach when I saw your name on the board…….peace Croo and sweet dreams babe.
CR00 you’ve got a knack for this please keep going, I want to know more!
Congrats, and heck of a job! (But where’s them housewives?)
CR00, pretty deep stuff and you’ve done a good job of the thoughts and obsevations. Please continue. Thanks.
My angel!!! It is such a delight to see you as a writer. So much talent and it took you this long to share it with us; shame on you ;-))) I love it already and can’t wait to read more. I will talk with you later, C.
Ahh…nice to see your name as an author after all this time of reading your talent in your comments!! I have to agree with Shane…cemeteries are one of my favorite places to center myself…to feel peaceful and free. Thanks for joining us!!
That was good. Keep it up,desperate housewives is only on one night a week, there are six more that you can write on. If you want that is.
CROO – see you needed one more challenge in your life. as you know im not a shane lover, but for you baby, ill read.
Damn…now that threw me in a funk. Luved the monologue and all…was pretty intense(at least to me).”I wonder what people will say about me? Who will be there?”—ugh, think bout that too sometimes. Props for ya effort here…do it again homie.
OMFG!! Dude…i just saw this now and i been on for like half an hour!!! Why ya never said a word?? Damn you LOLBut yo..if ya need someone to check ya spelling and grammar and all..ya know Im here. Just holla. But since ya dont give a fuck it dont matter anyways.*LMAO* Okay..off to read now.
DUDE!!!!Oh my god…Oh my f*cking god!!!!Welcome on board flower!!!!…..but you know, if there are no animals here I am going on strike! LOLGreat start!
Yes this was so worth reading. Thanks I am doing a little happy laughing dance that you would write this. Thanks
well, if you are sitting in the russian cemetery then it’s really crippy, nothing peaceful about it…great posting
Do my eyes deceive me? *rubs eyes with heel of hands* What the? It IS you! I like this. The darkness of night, the befriending of a tree and the solemn introspection. You’re tackling a deep and unavoidable subject here and it seems so ….Shane.
well shithead you finally gone done it…and damn good too! rmeinds me of Bukowski somehow, must be the style…very intimate and very immediate, gets under your skin..
Well fuck me u wrote a story.. so now i can keep bugging u to write the next chapter.. lmao.. good job sunshine u did great!