dead thoughts.

I went to the cemetery today.

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.

That is not quite how it all went down.

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.

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.

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.

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.