Up in the Graveyard... 

This is my daddy, who's been dead for longer than I've been alive. By being that, he's managed to screw up my live unbelievably thoroughly, both directly and indirectly. I wouldn't have believed had somebody told me...

His grave, where I am now, is my second choice of place to die. Getting to the first would've taken me to long, so I'm here instead of there. And I came here to think, like Cinderella, not to die.

The place is dark now, so different from what it is on the All Saints Day, when it's lit by thousands of candles. And much colder.

The weirdest thing is, I've seen a bat. One of those large, long-winged species, but I can't tell which one. Probably a Myotis. Since it's way too late and cold for bats to be outside, I wonder if this one has a death-wish.

I don't know what to think. I don't know what I feel, except that I'm confused. And frightened. So frightened...

To die would be to take an easy way out. A coward's way. A definite surrender. But, let's face it, I'm a coward, and when the going gets tough, I lie down and quit. It has always been that way. I've managed to avoid things getting tough, so it didn't show much, but it's there...