As I walk into the cemetery the grave keeper and his dog walk over. I ignore them and walk on. Everything in there recognizes me as I have been there many times. Some friends some foes. I sit and talk with the spirits, find out about their past and sometimes of whats to come. The grave keeper and his dog come up to me and I know it's time to leave. As I leave the cemetery a new form of energy hits me. I turn and look just as I leave the gates, I give a smirk and wonder how many others come here and do this. How many others would understand why I think its important to talk to the dead. Then I remember what does it matter? I'm an outcast anyways.....no one understands.
