Cemetery.

A forgotten place of every man's journey.

I like cemetery,
for the idea that men will eventually be the same,
for every carved named on the tombs.
Names that once a living person with passion, life, love story, dreams..
People who inherit who we are and what we've become.
I often curious how's life when they walked the earth.

I hate cemetery,
for the moment, i realized that my life wouldn't be the same.
The moment when I throw petals on my father's coffin.
The moment they covered the coffin with wet soil.
That moment i lost my youth, my chance of having wreckles teen life.

From that moment, i focused on to be an adult.

I wonder how others like me surviving their life.
I watch others, analyzing whether they have stories like me.
how to grow up incomplete, with dysfunctional social skills.
growing up without a father figure, with a mother that always blame the situation,
at the end, blaming her kids for her incapability of surviving.

People told me everything is gonna be okay.
Pat me, and then leave.
They think they know everything, that their sympathy solve problems.
Dead wrong.

Such act draws this boy back, away from awkwardness.
The boy survived with bruises and scars.
Something isn't functioning perfectly.