A 1,000 souls Bumping into each other All the time Entering each others space Rubbing off on each other Changing each other In ways we don’t even realize So close we can touch each other And so far away We think we are all alone Lost We spend eternity Searching for a way home Or maybe Just someone to love us My boys are into these ghost hunter shows and the other day they talked me into going out to this very old cemetery the other night and taking pictures in the dark. ( most of the head stones say early 1800’s ) We were looking for orbs. Orbs are like souls or the energy from souls or something like that. Lol I am no sure exactly. Anyway we took about 20 pictures that night of different graves and on this one we caught all of these things flying in the night. Now none of these were visible to us but we caught them in the picture. Are they orbs or just dust that got kicked up at the right time. I don‘t know you look and decide what you think and please let me know what you think. I find it interesting that none of these showed up before or after this picture in the series of pictures that we took. Also if you look these are all pentagon shaped. Some brighter than others and some leaving a trail behind them like they are moving fast. I guess if you want to see orbs you will see orbs and if you want to see dust you will see dust. I am not sure what I see but I wrote this poem thinking they are orbs. I hope you look at this and give me your opinion. Thanks Randy