Timeless

The idea of immortality doesn’t appeal to me anymore.

Once upon an idea I loved the idea I lusted after it, in fact.

When you’re young the idea of forever seems addicting like a promise of youth.

Immortality only promises forever

and

sometimes forever is a ‘sentence‘ and not a pure reward.

When you’re in pain a moment can feel like forever.

When you’re always in pain, death can sound like an escape.

There is something to be said of escape. A power behind the act. A choice made. An intense relief.

The feelings of control a far better high than any controlled substance.

The freedom to lust after mortality a privilege of the young and healthy.

I miss it. The simple joy of wanting forever.

I remember that time with an uncharacteristic tenderness.

The warmth of a mother watching their children sleep soundly.

As if the slightest sound would scare them.

A precious moment frozen in time.

The universe gave birth to immortal hope // a privledge of the healthy.