Free-Flow Writing Attempt #5

The final entry! As I mentioned before, my next post will be digging into all the entries: Inspirations, meanings, their meaning to me, etc. Like always, feedback is appreciated!

The old is slowly dying in its coffins remembering the bright skies that blinks ago the young looked upon in hope and small dread of what could be, and then old looks upon the dread of youth fondly. Content now in absence and longing of unity of minds and souls they carry onward with the dirt piled upon wafer deep onto the young-aged-old. It goes on knowing the cries of the buried and in return is recognized as the Graveyard, Lord of the Wayward – on it walks without conscious thought or motive, only to an end that justifies another lurching step forward towards the Lord’s own mausoleum – may their tears end and dream of dreams come true.