i have- as of late- begun to recognize
the growing, dismal black in the corner of my eyes
as the foreshadowing of my inevitable, grisly demise
it brought this poisonous thought to my mind:
if i were to be offered a choice of eternal life
would i accept or would i decline
i was sure that i knew
but i don't think i do anymore
i would relish becoming ethereal
and embodying all things celestial
watching those who are burdened with the smothering weight of time come
-and watching them go.
but i would be so detached from all that is tangible
so disconnected from all the expendable
the love i long for would truly be unattainable
i cannot decide.
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a/n: ew (i actually posted this yesterday but i forgot it was a draft at first so it was earlier in the book. here you go)
happy pedid
s'all i got
