I took a walk through the Arboretum last night. I listened to the trees moving with the wind for at least a few hours, and then strolled my way on downtown. Monday night, and the typical Goth crowd ..the usual suspects.. hurried on by. I had no desire to see anyone from my past. I think I'd rather just let them think of me as missing, and with any luck, not think of me at all. I'm a very lucky man, I believe.
This town, the only place I ever really called home, has been urging me back for some time. I went to the top of the parking garage like I used to and stared out over the city, but all I could hear was the hollowness in the air. No vibrations ..no electricity surged through me.. simply nothing. Strange comfort in that.
So, my grandfather died a few days ago. And then ..wait for it.. they brought him back! Indeed, I now have a certified medical zombie in the family. Nice to know I suppose.
I haven't been around for quite some time. Things are complicated right now, what with the new move and all. I will be sure to get back to all of this once I get settled in ..I've got some "bones" to pick with some of you.
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