The Graveyard | Early Afternoon | Sunday | May 16
Bod always seemed to find a measure of calmness upon visiting the graveyard, even if it wasn't the one he wanted it to be. Still, he'd been here enough lately to have memorized epitaphs, both in Latin and English. He'd created simple stories in his head for just from those words, made the names more than just etchings on granite.
Today, he needed the calmness. He hesitated to call his life tumultuous but it had been confusing. And it'd been the kind of confusing that he didn't really know how to deal with. When he'd left home, he wanted to experience everything. Now, he was realizing how idealistic that had been. He still wanted that, wanted everything, but he was having to adapt and adjust to some of the more unexpected things that hadn't really figured into that original statement.
He felt tired. Worn. It was ridiculous, he knew, to be feeling like this when Silas and a graveyard full of ghosts had done so much to make sure that he was safe and that he could be in public without looking over his shoulder. Bod could hear Silas in his mind, telling him in that quiet, precise tone that life isn't and wouldn't ever be easy.
His fingers brushed the top of a tombstone, letting the cold of the granite seep through his fingers. Silas was right, Bod knew. Life wasn't just one side of things. Life was everything. And he just had to figure things out.
[boy is thoughtful but the graveyard's an open place in town!]
Today, he needed the calmness. He hesitated to call his life tumultuous but it had been confusing. And it'd been the kind of confusing that he didn't really know how to deal with. When he'd left home, he wanted to experience everything. Now, he was realizing how idealistic that had been. He still wanted that, wanted everything, but he was having to adapt and adjust to some of the more unexpected things that hadn't really figured into that original statement.
He felt tired. Worn. It was ridiculous, he knew, to be feeling like this when Silas and a graveyard full of ghosts had done so much to make sure that he was safe and that he could be in public without looking over his shoulder. Bod could hear Silas in his mind, telling him in that quiet, precise tone that life isn't and wouldn't ever be easy.
His fingers brushed the top of a tombstone, letting the cold of the granite seep through his fingers. Silas was right, Bod knew. Life wasn't just one side of things. Life was everything. And he just had to figure things out.
[boy is thoughtful but the graveyard's an open place in town!]