The Scarecrow, I'm Here With You

i don't do memorial visits. As some one who doesn't believe in the after life, i'm not ready to say my sister was gone. If she were still here, she would probably be at the fair. Maybe i would be with her for once. She always asked me if i wanted to go, but i was always maybe later or next time. I wish i went with her that day. The cold october earth is a little damp, but i don't mind. It's nice just to talk, even if there's no one there to listen.I've been out here for a while now, and it's getting kind of dark. I guess i should go.