i take my time to ask all my insane questions. walking threw the cemetery in winter brings the most beauty out with the glistening of the tomb stones. whit snow turning red from the roses i break turning blood staining.  my foot prints left in the snow turn me into a ghost that never left a real true mark on those who have slipped tripping over there mistakes. you might call me crazy but i lay the final day. have you compared the natural beauty that lays silent making it more clear to under stand. i have found a cemetery that has miss guided truth. when night falls my eyes glow pure blue like the wolfs i have been taken till i lost it.  i love to find new cemeteries  to explore where these nothing that can hurt you. only if it was true that the living dead was a real thing. no fear only the blind beauty makes the forgotten Gothic graves  pretty. this world more pretty when it kinda dark but with light with the snow with a black rose with a red ribbon left on my savior who has protected me from every thing that i couldn't fight. now its my Friday nights to finish this stories we haven't finished. now its my time to finish the book so this world can move on to follow in my  writings.