Thge Place I would Never Visit Again!

As the unfriendly, ice-cold wind travelled precipitously over the neglected heath, I made my first brave step towards the enormous entrance leading into the settlement of those abandoned souls.The closer I seemed to get towards the overpowering, fully grown gateway the darker the area became with the stealthily moving shadows. Courageously I pulled the rusted gate open, which was scraping my soft skin, I found myself in a whole new unnatural world.

There were huge amounts of rotting gravestones in an extremely vast area contained in by gloomy, overpowering trees. I made my first movements inside the charmed graveyard I could smell nothing but the decaying flavour of rotten flesh and suffocating odour. While walking, I found that there seemed to be no living sounds except of the cooing of the owl and the desperate cries of the eagle. I wondered around getting deeper and deeper into the vast graveyard. I could hear the howling of a hungry wolf urgently searching for its prey. The thought crossed my mind to cowardly turn back and retreat from the bewitched colonization of lifeless souls the thought came back to me about the whole reason for going to the place. Then I remembered all for her.

Just seeing her in the morning would lighten up my entire day from a dull grey to sensational yellow. However one day she had been moribund with fever and died from a natural causes. Even among all the rotten, devilish scents and feelings there was something that seemed to just wonder around the lifeless region. Something as majestical as her beatified, genial, gentle and good hearted soul. I sensed however that it had unfinished business and was left wondering peacefully. It was then that I remembered the key moments in my peculiar life that I had happily shared with her, from the time when we met to the very day before she was wiped of the face of this very cold-hearted earth. Her dazzling blonde hair and baby blue eyes was the only thing that could start to compare to her fabulous personality.

Remembering back on her gave me the true inspiration to proceed on with my original intentions. However as I then continued to wonder around, the previous focused and happy attitude turned into an attitude of abhorrence and bereavement. I then noticed that I seemed to notice the dark, evil and depressing side of all things and I became low spirited and downhearted. As I approached my wife's tombstone, memories came rushing back into my head of the good times. My eyes welled up with tears. My love for her was too strong and I couldn't bare to stand and evn look at her in this condition. I felt nosiated at the site before me and was forced to leave. It was the walk back to my car that I realized that I did not need to visit her tombstone to be near her. Samantha{my wife}lived within my heart. It was then that I decided to never visit her tombstone again in my entire life.