i stand in a graveyard. i see, though i am blinded by the past. i see millions of tombstones surrounding me, each one has words i dare not read. i am scared, and i am alone. though i am not alone, there are ghosts who hold faces that are familiar around me. they tell me that the light shall come soon. they promise me this. i do not believe them, i have been fooled too many times. and as i walk throughout this graveyard i come to a realization; no matter how many ghosts stand by my side, i am the only one who is of real flesh and bone. who stands above the ground and not beneath it. i cannot come to terms if this is good or not.