Alive...Thoughts from the Cemetery

 I walked on the paths through the cemetery.

I didn't pay attention on where I go.

I walked and just went on.

I wasn't scared to get lost.

I felt save. 

I felt secure.

Secure in the middle of 3 million dead people.

A place full of silence.

A place where many people find their final rest.

As I walked on the gravel path

I looked at the beautiful tombstones.

At all the details.

I looked up to figures out of stone.

Angels, Soldiers.

Birds were sitting on their heads,

on their arms.

I looked around.

Felt the nature,

the wilderness between the graves,

as a bunny crossed my way.

This place is alive.

Where one life ends the next starts.

And that's okay.

It may seemed odd 

to see a man jogging through the cemetery.

It for sure is strange

to see a bus circulating at this place.

But it is okay.

It's okay to share a place with dead people.

Not to forget them.

And I went back to the gate.

After spending an hour at the calmest place I've been in a long time.

And I was scared.

Scared to step back in the world I came from.

It was hard to leave,

but I knew I'll come back.

Alive.

Location: Zentralfriedhof (Central Cemetary) Vienna. 3 million dead people. Second largest cemetery of Europe. And the calmest and most impressive place I've been in ages.

Note #01: The picture is one of the few pictures I took. It felt so wrong to take pictures of graves. It's like taking pictures of houses you came across. It's private...what do you think?

Note #02: Yes, I'm kind of turning into a poet...still don't like poems...