Immortality is Not For Me

this is old

    why is it always so impossible to let go of the past? i know that stability cannot exist in a world as frail as ours, yet i still struggle to keep my palms planted on firm ground. is there even such a thing?
     with each attempt i make, i just find myself further entranced by the storming sea. once i discover the strength to stand on my own, i fall to the ground. that person who taught me to create my own boundaries, who built my wings from particles of dust floating around our heads, abandons me. without their hand grasping mine, all i can do is descend. will we ever rise above the sun if we can't even survive on land? is the key to flight sacrificing all attachment to humanity, becoming a machine guided by the idealistic, empty promises of independence? more than anything else, the question is: do i want to be human, and vulnerable to the agonies of existence, along with the ecstasy of temporary bliss? or would i rather be invincible, unable to be dealt a scar by the wind, by flesh, by departure, yet as cold as a stone beneath my feet? do i have a choice? will i surrender to immortality and fade away into the unfeeling night?



no, i will not.

Author's Note

not a poem, but whatever

Reviews

[Nicole]

Its more something you'd write in a journal.
O.o
I like this because, I wanted to write a blurb, relating to this.
And you captured my exact thoughts.
Kudos to you.