Graveyards

So today I decided that I wanted to write about this strange obession I have with graveyards. Earlier I wrote a poem about it and found myself confessing something I would normally never confess. However, I suppose its not that bad. Have you ever found your self walking in a graveyard in the deafening silience? Well to me its very comforting to walk around the gravestones and read the stories of the dead. It's as though the dead can understand me in ways that the living can't. I am not obsessed with wanting to die or anything. It's just I have this strange comfort among gravestones. Graveyards offer so much more than just a place for the dead to rest. It gives stories to the creative types and names we never thought existed. I know this is a strange to write about but hell whatever. It came to my mind.