Nostalgic Rest - Slum Cemetary

[Alexander [Prophet]]

-righteousness

There stood an expanse of dead earth made clear by men and adorned with the gravestones of many who have long since ended their journey on the planet to undergo a new journey in a place where no man knows. This was a place of contemplation for some, a place of nostalgia for others, and it was a place of memories for Alexander.

Though he knew none of the names engraved on these tombs, their significance remained and though he shared no memory of any who were buried beneath the ancient dirt, his own memories formed in place of the lacking. It was there that he stood, along the rows of stones marked with names that both held significance and insignificance and he remembered.

Contemplating the memories of his own past, Alexander fell into a deep state of nostalgia, as he was often prone to doing. The clear morning expanse gave way to rays of sunlight that reigned downward from the western sky. The sun would soon hide itself behind the large buildings of brick and cheaply constructed foundations known as the "projects," as some would call it, but for now the warmth Alexander basked in felt good against his skin.

A downward gaze cast upon a gravestone,

Johnathan Hart
"I Only Wanted Righteousness In Life."

A date of birth and a date of death were also etched beneath the words but Alexander paid no attention to this and though he never knew Johnathan Hart, the epitaph inscribed upon the stone seemed to connect Alexander with the deceased man that lay six feet beneath the earth.

Righteousness;

When it came down to it, there was either wickedness or righteousness and Alexander knew well the meaning of both. In his humanity, wickedness was the dominant presence that lived, thrived, and grew within him. It was what beckoned him to do what was contrary to what his consciousness deemed right, what strove to eliminate his consciousness all together, what would eventually well up inside of him and bring nothing but death, and it was what drove Alexander to seek righteousness.

Though bound by humanity, the righteousness Alexander found, rather, the Righteousness that found Alexander, slowly but surely became the dominant factor in his innermost being. No longer bound by the wickedness of humanity, Alexander sought this Righteousness and the Righteousness gave life to his consciousness yet again, power, and courage.

Alexander looked up at the passing of small swallows that perched upon the remnants of a tree that had long since withered. A smile as he looked down again at the grave marked with the name of Hart; he turned. A motorcycle stood waiting for the gift of balance which only Alexander could offer it and he walked over to it.

The black and silver metal that formed together as KRYSTA MT-10 glistened with soft glimmers in the morning sunlight that cast a glow upon the the entire environment but the metal reflected this glow especially.

"...Sorry, Krysta. Didn't think I'd find a place like this here." Alexander spoke to the motorcycle as if it were a real person. His accented voice was uncommon in these lands but he had no trouble fitting into the common slum that seemed to make up the entirety of what lay beneath the pillars. He turned.

One last look at the memories,

One last contemplation,

One more minute of nostalgia.