Break me

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I've been under the mistaken impression that everything not breathing is going to outlive me. Even your dead body is going to sit and rot in that silver coffin with white lining for longer than my living soul is going to last me.

Here I was with all my stupid little misconceptions, thinking I was right. I was thinking that as long as your china dishes didn't break, or no one threw away my ipod, that they would still be here. I could just imagine, a hundred years from now, people looking at your dishes and my ipod in some museum saying, "Wow, it's amazing that these stupid things are still here, but she sure isn't." And I got really depressed, thinking about how these breakable things could outlive me, even though I'm the one with the power to break them and end their so called existence.

In December, I got a pair of those touch screen gloves. I was still under the mindset of thinking that basically anything besides me is practically immortal. Until yesterday, when my index finger dug a hole in that dumb mortal glove.

That hole dug a hole in all of my preconceptions. That hole is only going to unravel into a pile of thread and then be thrown away and rot.

It's okay that you aren't immortal. I never expected that from you anyway. You let me down, and I won't forgive you. You couldn't have lasted forever, but I wish you had lasted longer than you did. But that's okay because only the sky lasts forever, and you aren't the sky. The sky is too big for any of us.