Can you feel it.

It is like All Hallows Eve.

When you choose to live and walk beneath the Sun you walk under the darkest skies.

Can you ever tell the difference.

You got it all wrong, the dead are among us, their regrets are what fuel our lives.

Why are we to honor our Mother and Father.

Your ancestors.

Your intuition.

Kneel beside a grave and weep, feel the sorrow in every blade of grass.

There is no misunderstanding anymore.

When you feel every wrong, the trials are insurmountable, they come at you all pleading their case.

Embrace their eternal beauty for they all died for you.

Sweet is the embrace you receive and know you walk through hell.