Standing amongst the endless arrangements of graves that seemed to stretch out into the horizon, I pondered on what my future will hold,what my actions will foretell. To put it in a less poetical phrase: I have no idea what the hell to do now.

I thought about how lonely it is to have your grave here, amongst hundreds and thousands of them that looked nearly identical. But of course that doesn't apply to me as my heart is beating and the sun is shining, kinda.

As I decided to stop standing infront of my grave like an idiot, I steadily walked towards one end of the grave yard, as fast as my weak knees could provide.