3)

Seventeen is how old I am. Seventeen yet five thousand and three. To have a job like this, to have a job like me, can make one age to no extent.
-Though beauty stays to wash my face of which I welcome. A beauty to cover up the old and worn that would so surly protrude without disguise. -
To live eternally, agelessly, has an effect on the mind. Memories, thoughts, those are the elements that age with my time here.
Yes, some are forgotten, whispered to the crashing sea.
Yet some, some remain forever.