dead thoughts.

I went to the cemetery today.

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I had it all planned out. I would go there during the day with my mom as company, we’d find some place under a tree, shaded from the blazing sun, and all I’d do is write.

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That is not quite how it all went down.

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First, as surprising as it may be, mom didn’t feel as excited as I was to go to a cemetery. I was initially gonna go at night so it was a good idea that I didn’t mention that option to mom. It would’ve been pushing it. After convincing her that it was a great idea, we drove there with a blanket to sit on and some snacks. We wandered around a bit, looking for a shaded, kind of secluded spot while also trying not to read too many of the tombstones.

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The further we went into the cemetery, the drier and more lifeless the grass became. I told mom it must have been the dead sucking the life out of the grass. That was a stupid thing to say.

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We chose a looming tree to settle under and lay down the blanket. Five minutes later, I was all into the scene I was writing when mom told me that the huge tree we decided to sit by had hundreds of ants crawling over it.

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Needless to say, we didn’t stay long.

We ended up at a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, mom sipping some steaming white chocolate while the guy behind me made me keep trying to shield my laptop screen from view so he wouldn’t read what I was writing.

We didn’t stay there long either.

And to top it all off, I wasn’t happy with what I had written so essentially the whole thing was a bust.

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