No matter what I do. Nothing ever changes.
The world changes around me,
While I while away the hours;
And my life becomes a memory,
Of some graveyard in the country.
No matter what choices I make. I am here.
I cannot change how I feel.
What experience has taught me.
My version of what is real…
If real means anything at all.
No matter what I try to change. It is.
I cannot save anyone.
We all live, die, and are forgotten.
Does fate exist and pull everyone…
Into that field of gravestones connecting reality?
K. Aldaya, 9/24/16
Picture: Cabot Village Cemetery, Vermont; http://www.cabothistory.com/cabot-s-seven-cemeteries