virtual disorder

the sun was shining so beautifully today, that when i got home i decided i should go for a walk in the graveyard, like i always do when the weather is nice. there is something so calming there, it keeps me going back for more.

a few weeks ago someone asked me if i ever feel scared there, after all there are hundreds of dead people buried there, my answer was a definite no.

as i was walking around i kept on remembering that i never get scared there, and that it is a little weird, which made me slightly paranoid. i kept on telling myself how idiotic i was being, after all what is the worst thing that can happen? the only thing one should be scared of is the mankind, i always tell myself.

headed home, it came out the gate i wanted to go out from was closed.

''that's alright, i'll take the other exit. maybe they only open this one on the weekends''.

the other exit seemed suspiciously closed too. i still walked up to it and checked it.

''maybe they never open any other exits during the week than the one i came in from''.

i felt like running to the gate, but kept my cool, after all you are not supposed to run in a graveyard.

closed. i cant believe i am stuck in a graveyard. maybe i should dig up some bones? or call my mum instead.

you can imagine the following. look to the left, to the right.

''oh shit, a bus is coming''.

''ok, the street looks empty now''.

a few quick movements.

''aww, i used to be better at this''.

''good, now make a face like it is the most natural way to get out of a graveyard''.

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the word regretté pretty much cut me like a knife. i think that in this context there couldn't be a better word, that would give an idea of the tremendous amount of pain the parent must feel.