Falling Gravestones

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First and foremost, I am fake being of existance.

Also, I never truly was alive.

Life is just one big joke.

Life is something that never had existed, and probably never will.

I’ve been dead for so long, I forgot what it means to be alive.

Nothing reminds me of the so called life I once lived.

Go ask the ghosts who roam this field, they can’t remember either.

Ghosts around these parts say that these graves fall for those who have been dead for over a century.

Realistically, I suppose that would be true, except for one small thing….

And my reasoning to this matter is that doesn’t count the marauders who steal, tag, play games, or hold rituals around our graves.

Very few and between have come out of this boneyard alive.

Everyone who comes in will never, ever come out.

See, I know because that is what happened to me when I visited my dead daughter long, long ago…

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Spirit in Blue- Where I came from

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I awake to find myself under infinite blue light. One moment I find myself stuck between multiple realities, sitting under a tree, to now this. 

I feel no pain, no worry, no sorrow, no fear, no anger, nothing. No… not nothing. Instead I feel ‘complete’. I feel whole, like as if everything that I had ever wanted or needed was with me right now.

I felt infinite joy; a wave of pure light consumed me and now I find myself in this beautiful, beautiful light; the same light that consumed me.

I no longer had a physical form; no longer bound to the earth where I once stood. I felt so free, it was liberating. I was right where I needed to be. 

The best part is, all I could feel is love. Infinite love. I wasn’t alone either. No, I felt surrounded by a sea of everything that is and what was; which was with me now.

I didn’t care about the things I would have cared about if I was back upon the earth I stood. Everything felt perfect. 

Just when I thought I was free of commitment, I felt the spirit in blue speak to me again. “It’s time to go dear little one.”

“Wait, no… NO!!! I don’t want to go. Please! No!” I started to feel afraid. I began to cry uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to do.

“There is much work that needs to be done. And you are the biggest part to it. The key.” The voice paused for a moment. “You are safe dear child. No need to worry.”

“I don’t want to go spirit!” I cried out loud.

“You won’t be gone for very long my dear. We need your help.”

“Why me spirit? Why me?”

“You shall see shortly.”

 A great flash of light once again consumed me and once again I found myself sitting on the gnarled roots of the glowing tree. I looked up and found that the orb that was once the spirit in blue took on a different form. 

This orb now had eyes and a small shimmery halo above its head. 

“Are you still the-” The cute little creature nodded its head and started to float around me. I looked at it in amazement. In all my years I have never seen something so unique in my entire life!

“Let’s go!” the little orb enthusiastically squeaked, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and carried me off the grown. Here we go again!

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Game Over

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I’M DEAD! I’M DEAD! I was in over my head!

I’ve been stuck in space, stuck in a game, stuck in my mind.

I had to fight for a lonely piece of bread.

I had to find against my own kind.

I lost my friends, my friends to this stupid, stupid game.

It was going to be fun, they said.

I don’t even remember why we did it; it was just oh so lame.

Instead of living, we died instead.

Space is definitely not an open place.

I know this for sure.

We told each other it wasn’t competitive and to go at our own pace.

But when someone decided to involve food in the game, it became too painful to endure.

We’re dead, we’re dead. We were over our own heads. 

We were separated somehow, I don’t know when. Why can’t we be all together when we’re dead?

Now we roam space looking for company and bread.

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Dante Pedro

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Dante Pedro is my name. Dancing with my sombrero and maracas is my game.

I’m impossible to tame! Why is that? Well, when you find your groove, you’ll never be the same!

I’m a firecracker, a supernova, anything energetic. Never a casanova, but I can’t promise that I’m hypoallergenic.

I’m always here to entertain. However some people fear me, but I really can’t complain.

I appreciate those who appreciate me. When I sing and dance I feel so free.

Here’s a word of advice; do what you love, and it will definitely suffice!

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Grave Dancer (Companion)

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Many moons ago, a young woman and her pet wandered on the path of lost and found. Lost souls wandered on these paths during troubled times, hoping to find the answers they are looking for. These passerbys would see the woman and her pet together hand and hand. However, every passerby noticed something off about the woman and the dog. Both beings glowed a translucent blue and seemed to be walking on air. Their feet touched the ground, but only just. Some have claimed to see orbs or perhaps wings on the young girl and her pet.

Whenever a passerby would see them, the pair would be spotted dancing, waltzing, or even skipping. Other times she would pass by, smiling or even say hello and her companion would either bark twice, or walk up to the passerby, expecting to be petted.

The young woman was eventually called the Grave Dancer and her pet the companion. She wasn’t called that for the sake of dancing around gravestones; but for the sake that she would radiate her infinite light during grave times for the lost passerbys. 

It was said that the Grave Dancer and her companion would only show when a passerby is under great distress. If the passerbys considered taking their own lives, she would be there. If the passerbys had a loved one who was in critical condition or perhaps on their death bed, she would be there. If the passerbys were lost, she would be there to help guide them in the right direction.

No one really knows where the Grave Dancer and her companion came from, or why she does what she does. Some claim that maybe she’s an earth angel, or some sort of spirit guide. Regardless, she has saved many lives, lifted spirits of the broken, and helped sooth the mourning with her dance.

Today she can still be spotted dancing with her companion from time to time. If you feel lost, defeated, heartbroken, or even wanting to give up, follow the road. The Grave Dancer and her companion will help you find the way.

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05b08c082144865401a8d5e2797dcc1bBeauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Undead are ahead of us.

No one knows why they exist.

No one has the answer to pure insanity.

You shouldn’t be asking questions that you don’t what the answer to.

Make wise choices, and you’ll live.

Any mistake you make is fatal.

Skin is just an eternal flaw in all of us.

Kindness can be mistaken for malintent.

See you later my dear, hop along now….

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Infinite Waltz

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 Birthed under the same sun.

We dance.

Like the sun, our love shines;

even during the darkest of times.

Nothing can stop us.

We shine through the darkness.

Nothing can break us.

We sing.

Like our love, our waltz is endless.

Time is endless.

Our burning passion for one another will never cease.

We make love.

We are love.

Unbreakable, unstoppable, unfathomable, infinite.

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