Gazeing once again through death's webbing
I killed some ghosts today. It had been long enough. It was time to claim back my territory. As the mangled, twisted tree greeted me, my heart sank into my stomach and urged me to vomit. I felt so woosey. I stood there for about five minutes. Should I go in? I have to. It was a beautiful day today. Everything didn't look as scary as it sometimes can. The lighting was about the same as the last time I was there, but now the fields are bare. It was time. Greg went with me in the form of a voice over the phone. I walked in and everything seemed to be just as I had left it. I fancied that even the pine cones had not moved. It remained hazey even in the bright sun. At first I thought it would be no big thing, but then the tears came. All the times I had passed this dead pine tree forest rushed through my head. Passing by with my dad before I had ever gone in. Going in for the first time, dazzled by the lace. Laying in the cones looking up at this web of death every time after that. All the friends I had taken there. And him. Those trees had seen so much. So much. The process was taking place. I breathed hard, and let the tears come. I finally calmed myself down, but Greg said I didn't have to. He would wait if there was more to get out. There was. "My whole life is flashing before my eyes Gregory." Greg~"Don't die on me there kiddo." (two seconds later) me~"looks like somebody already did." A deer's skeleton curled around one of the trees. I bent down to sit with her. The deer stopped my tears. "This is a good place to die." Two trees down, a great pine was crying. Creaking and moaning with every sway in the wind. It was singing to me, her last songs before she fell to lie with the deer. Now I lay with the dear. Beautiful energy I found, sun coming through the dead limbs. Death's webbing overwhelmed me with her beauty. "Oh Gregory, it's beautiful! It's still so beautiful!" Greg~"I'll come see it some day." me~"yes, you will definatly have to come see it some day."