I walked through the graveyard on a warm spring morning, contemplating everything that has happened to me in the past. Who I was, what I was and why I was that way. I thought maybe the graveyard held some answers for me. Not on this day, unfortunately.

I ran through the graveyard on a hot summer day, thinking about everything that was happening in my life now. Who I am, what I am and why I am this way. Again, I thought the graveyard held the answers to my questions. Unfortunately, It didn’t this fine day.

I took a stroll though the graveyard in the evening of a cool autumn evening, wondering about what will happen to me in the future. Who will I be? What will I be? Why will all this happen? The graveyard didn’t hold the answers for me on this day, either.

I laid in the graveyard on a cold winter night, pondering about life after death. Where it was and where it is. Where shall it be? The graveyard finally held the answer for me.