the warm breeze on my skin told me it was summer. I faltered across the cobblestone walkway,elegantly garnished with moss and dirt.As I slowly approached the cemetery, fog laced my feet and seemed to pervade me. the feeling was phantasmic, for i felt like i was floating through the balmy air. The scent pf dead flowers and oak trees crawled through my nose;truly a sublime setting.I relaxed on a bench staring at the stars, luminous windows to heaven.As i sojourn my subconscious, a feeling of cadaverousness over came me.i lay insipid on a cold concrete bench, my mind filled with equivocal understanding of reality at the moment.In sooth, i was an