October In A Cemetery

Nostalgia

What kinds of experiences stir emotions for the past within you?

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I found something strange at a cemetery

it was a bright day

a warm day

in October

not to long ago

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I found

Echos

of lives

that used to be

haunting a day

a bright day

in October

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Are they there

on the cold nights

on the dark nights

haunting the cemetery

in October?

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Would you like to

come with me

walk with me

in that Cemetery

in

October?

Reflection

Realize

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” What are you looking at Jingle? ”  Milo Hungerford asked his wife.

Jingle was standing in front of their bathroom mirror with her hairbrush in her hand and she turned slowly towards him and said, ” I don’t know. “

He came up behind her and stared into glass and shook his head.

” That’s not right Jingle. “

She put her hand to her face and looked into the mirror again and when she turned back towards Milo she started to cry. ” Milo what’s happening to me? “

Milo  pulled Jingle to his chest and turned her away from the looking glass.

” Is it still there Milo? “

Milo held Jingle tighter and said, ” yes. “

” The one in the foyer- let’s try that one too. “

” Jingle- it won’t…” he started to say and then when he saw the look on her face he nodded. “okay, we’ll try that one too.”

Milo held his wife’s hand and they walked down the dark halls to the entrance to their home and together they looked into the mirror there and Jingle burst into tears and grabbed her face.

” Oh Milo- oh Milo what’s happening to me? ” she cried.

Milo looked into the mirror and there in the glass he saw his wife holding her hairbrush, her dark hair framing her face- all alone in the  glass except for the darkness that was their home and he turned her gently towards him and said,

” I don’t know how it happened Jingle…but I think you’re alive. “

Vilhelm Hammershøi,
Vilhelm Hammershøi,

Demonic Kleenex Ads

Clyfford Still

Clyfford Still

” Do you think this is creepy? ” my friend said in an email with a link to this commercial for Kleenex from Japan.

Uh.

Probably not I thought before I skipped over the link.

But then I hit play anyway-

just like they do in the movies:

There’s an Urban Legend surrounding this commercial- all the way from the entire crew  is dead and that the actress committed suicide ( not true ) to the story that the baby is a demon ( who knows- evil chuckle ) and to top it off there’s story that the commercial was pulled by public demand because people found it and the weird way the song has been recorded to creepy.

You know, I wish this was the story hitting social media here in the states instead of Creepy Clown hysteria- .

In my mind the scariest things are the things that we ALMOST feel and that we ALMOST hear or see from the corner of our eye.

Just something for you to think about when you try to get to sleep tonight and your nose starts to run

and you reach for that Kleenex.

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