A poetic ramble.

I’m broke. Couldn’t get much lower than I am. Feeling the ice creeping up my spine. I just want to feel alive again. The only place I feel alive is among the dead. When I enter into a cemetery, I feel more alive than in a crowd of people. I feel the dead live life more vibrantly than the living. Because they understand what it means to lose one’s hold in this world. To lose at the game of life.