a collection of completely legitimate poems

Interlude: Advice For Aspiring Immortals

Don't settle anywhere long enough to grow roots. Don't get attached to anyone. They'll be gone in a heartbeat. Don't convince yourself you love them, or that you can love them, the way they love you.

You are a constant. You remain and remain. Everybody who enters your life will leave it and you will wish you could forget, but instead you are burdened with centuries of knowing.

You will watch people fight and fight until they die, losing battles against tyrants with long shadows. to the people, the shadows only look long until night falls again. You are the only one alive to see them fall, too. Every last one.

You can experience everything except death. You will ache for rest but every morning the hand of eternity will force you awake. In a life as long as yours, sleep isn't deep or long enough. Nothing will make you feel new.

You will never improve. You will learn that there is no way. As a human, you have created the concept of improvement, and the metric is what makes us feel most fufilled at our deaths. You will only know if you are better when you die, and you will never die. So you will never be better.

With all the time to know everything, you will see that no action, no matter how influential, stands against the years and years and

years and

years and

years.