Happy death anniversary self.

Disclaimer; this is creative writing, the sequence made is purely reflected as creative exploitations of words and speaks only in the imaginary manner, don’t give a serious reaction to this work. I also wanted to convince everyone to freely write this kind of genre. Let’s makes our thought magical.

I am standing in the grave written with my name, the crowded place where the square concrete bedding with no windows and door are within my neighbourhood. I wanted to talk to them but sadly they are all busy just sitting, waiting for someone or something maybe.

I am sad seeing those soul friends of mine looking for someone hoping that the day comes and visit them, give them the aroma and taste of savoury food, give them the warm light of a candle in their grave. Some just the some, the only place where we can't complain if we will be visited or not.

How do complain if we cannot speaked? How to visit them if we were just here forever. The graveyard where is the ending of everything, the last place for us to stay.

I see myself sleeping, no it's not mine anymore it is for the plant and those who took it beneficial, for my life was ended and the new bio will be emerged within me, the seed of life began to sprout in the wilderness of living side. The greatest love from someone above.

Who will love me? I was stuck here in the side for many more years now, a decade maybe. I don’t know the four-sided wall has nothing but the silence with no design and calendar, just the darkness giving the right time to rest forever as it might be.

Everyone is just looking for something, I am the only one who had nothing to be looked up to, I don’t have any, the place I stayed was forgotten and the graveyard seemed to be crashing as the plant grows well. Might be my body was a healthy thing for them to grow, the wild bush and some of the grasses enjoying the body I took care to much, the body was feed with delicious and expensive materials, now the wilderness taking its time to gets its score.

The image in my head is nothing but the unending memories, the laugher and the enjoyment that make me smile as always. But there was a problem, in the image I can't identify the faces and the voices. I talked to some ghosts too about why I am in the state of not knowing people.

They tell me that because no one was visited me, I don’t hear the voice in their prayer for me, I don’t have any family or anything left knew my existence before, so the memory was fading and in the next few more years its might lost within me, I will also forget those time.

I don’t like that I told them, I am still waiting that one day they will come and visit my graveyard, just like every other square here they will clean my home, they will paint the best colour. I don’t remember my favourite colour maybe it's fine with any colour and I don’t care about the cleanliness but please could they visit me at least? I don’t want to lose the most precious thing in my life and that was the memories.

The most precious of all are the images of yesterday, the night and the day my breathing could be counted for now I cannot hear the heartbeat nor heard the air that comes to my nose and lungs. I wanted to remain the redundant videos in my head.

The smile of mine during my childhood, the laughter and fun when I was playing as the boy in the garden, the moment I see my first loved, my first kissed and the last person who was said the word “I love you”. The first cry of the baby of mine, the words come out to their mouth that I was there Papa. I don’t want to lose those precious images.

Living dead is so easy as it seems. Waiting every year for the moment where people will come to visit the graveyard, the candle is everywhere and I wanted to face the time where someone will give mine too. But the crowd began to lose the people still the I am here waiting for someone, maybe there was nothing someone anymore, they have forgotten me already.

I just smiled and face the reality that the mission was failed, no one was remembered me, no one did visits and no one will come.

I looked above, how lovely the lights that waiting for me.

I was abandoned by everyone, they don’t remember my existence, the memories and some good deeds I did if ever I had one. No one will come, I figure it out that I am ready to lose everything, those remind me of you was just an image of yesterday, the program in my head will be crashed down as my body degraded.

I am wrong, someone visits me. He offers his hands and I get it. It’s the light and it’s the God.

Hello readers; I uploaded this creative write for you to figure out and reminisce those people who had the same stories, as the season of the lost soul is upon going let us give them the day for they need us. Let us give them the prayer and the visit as November come closer.

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