skeletons from yesteryear

it's dangerous isn't it? to dig up old skeletons. the trauma that accompanies, as fresh as its rotting state you left it in. not to mention the stench. ay, trauma but reflects the impact it has on your mind, but stench. stench in its physical manifestation is quite something else. blurring surreality from reality. now that is scary. to even have to live a dream for that few minutes. all form, touch, scent and senses bring with them a sickening reality past of all history between then and now, a belief. but as with photographs, all that fades with dawn.