Asleep in a Graveyard
I love you nature, always have. I just didn’t understand the process. Now I understand it better. I’m comfortable with my life and what comes after.
In the graveyard by the swamp I hear a huge snapping and crashing sound then a splashing. I moved on into the bigger graveyard.
In life we fear death. But death is always known to us. From whence we were born there we shall return. It’s so peaceful here in the graveyard. Even the smallest sound makes me shudder. Am I safe from that which exists beyond. I don’t know but I’ll find out.
In life we grow when we take chance and risk. Without some risk there is no reward. Is the reward pleasure, safety, security, or some other benefit to keep us from pain. Or is the experience of pain and suffering the reward for greater understanding.
I no longer accept the saddest quote. I walk on the fringes not searching or trying to find, but unlocking the deepest qualities of my true self.
True self is beyond identification, it’s something fluid, something beyond comprehension. So many have tried to tell me that truth is this or truth is that, but they have no idea. They are sad and pathetic.
I no longer waste my time with foolish reasoning. I did my due diligence and now I walk the path, as those have done before me, for the deeper truths of our true nature.
7:00 a.m. I wake up at my friend’s apartment. I hang around to make plans to put my new battery in my truck. I don’t have tools at the moment to do it myself. I call my friend Jeremy around 9:00 a.m. and he says he’ll help me with the battery.
10:00 a.m. I head over to Jeremy’s house, it’s good to see my friend. He has the tools, and we disconnect the old battery and reconnect the new one. We got a short video, nd I move on to my next destination.
11:30 a.m. I arrived at my friend Fast Eddie’s house. Fast Eddie makes us breakfast or should I say brunch. We talk, smoke a cigarette, and then fast Eddie helps me with the identify society website. There’s a lot of logistics that go into the website, and learning how to create content for the social media platforms. My mind is in constant turmoil trying to understand it all.
2:20 p.m. I head over to Danvers to hang out at my friend’s 6-year-old son’s soccer game. He’s sitting next to another one of our friends and I hang out for a while, and I’m really getting into this little kids soccer game. After about 20 minutes I have to leave, because it’s getting pretty intense and I’m about to go full soccer hooligan.
2:45 p.m. I get back to my friend’s house where I’ve been staying during the rain. I get all my stuff ready, and I charge my phone. I have to be at the train station by 5:10 p.m. in Beverly to get to North station, then I have to ride my bike to South station and take the train to Framingham.
4:10 p.m. I ride my bike out towards Beverly train station. I make a stop at my friend’s house on the way, the same friend I visited at the soccer game. I have a special adapter for inflating the tires are on my new bike at his house.
5:05 p.m. I arrived at Beverly train station just in time for the train. When I get to Boston I ride my bike over to South station to take the next train to Framingham. It’s just a lot of sitting and waiting.
7:50 p.m. I get off at the West Natick train station, one stop before Framingham. I saw some nice graveyards nearby that would make a good camping spot for the night on my map. Also there’s a planet fitness close by. I stopped at a small pizza shop to get some water and a slice of pizza. I always try to eat at night, because it jumpstarts my metabolism and my body heats up at night. I need every bit of heat I can get, it’s getting cold out.
8:30 p.m. I get to the graveyard, there’s actually two graveyards right next to each other. I find a spot that seems like a good place to sleep, but I continue to canvas the area looking for an even better spot. After walking around I decided on the first spot that I liked. It’s in the back of the graveyard, next to a big grave, with a big tree for cover, and there’s a bush for cover too. Not far from a spot there’s a steep drop-off that goes down to a pond and a swampy area. As I’m thinking of where I’ll put my bike, I hear a big snap and a splash. This area creeps me out a little bit. Graveyards are creepy enough as it is. I decided to go to the bigger graveyard across the road. I canvas this whole graveyard, and then I pick a spot behind a bush next to a Jesus statue as my camping spot. I get some pictures, videos, write a poem, and get ready to sleep.
11:00 p.m. It’s definitely uncomfortable sleeping not only near the woods, but in a graveyard. I keep my weapons close. I worry about coyotes biting me. I also can’t shake the fear of spirits. I tell myself there’s more to fear from the living than the dead. Although this doesn’t completely dispel the creepiness of sleeping amongst the dead. Eventually I fall asleep but I don’t sleep long and I’m awoken at 2:00 a.m. At one point in the night it begins to drizzle lightly. I was just sleeping on the ground on my blow-up mattress sleeping bag. To keep from getting too wet I set up my tent. I got about another hour’s worth of sleep and packed everything up at 4:30 a.m.
