I wish I lived in a graveyard

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I wish I lived in a graveyard. There's no noise and it is void of human traffic. It is the one place that human beings avoid the most increasing it's appeal to me. I wish I could speak to the dead. Conversations with them seem more fulfilling and less tedious as compared to people. I'd listen to their secrets and their stories untold. The words left unsaid. I wish I could walk with ghosts. That way, I could see every detail that my human eyes miss. There's something eerie about graveyards and that something beckons to me. It's mostly just quiet. I love quiet. It's mostly empty. But empty is just a canvas to fill with beautiful art. I wish I could hold a picnic in a graveyard. I'd listen to the swish of the wind and all that it carries. The air would feel lighter, the sky just a bit more blue. I'd hold conversations with my ancestors drinking in their wisdom. The graveyard would make a lovely picnic site. Because all there is nature. Grass and wild plants grow all over tombstones. People are buried six feet under. Silence engulfs the place in a peaceful manner. A graveyard essentially is a place of rest. The rain waters the wild plants and grass with no distractions because no one ever goes there anyway. You can hold a conversation with the quiet and the quiet gives you peace. There's no judgement in the graveyard. Just souls resting peacefully. Void of all the commotion, hustling and bustling, the hurry to go nowhere. Just peace. The soil soaks up the water. Trees grow tall and wide. And there, humans become one with nature.