Surrounded by death.
this is when I feel most alive
not in a morbid way
rather the opposite
the whispers  of the dead
and the secrets they hold
inspire me to live
to gaze and wonder
to appreciate them
and myself
and others

I heed the messages they leave behind
warnings of their mistakes
the tales of love and hate
intended to go under with them
but the written word survives
words are the closest thing we have
to immortality

as I write these letters out I consider
not what they mean to me
but what they will mean  
to whom ever will be reading them
as they will out live me
a mere mortal of flesh and blood
they will be my mark
my body when I have none
the message that I leave behind