Eternal

Life is a very prolonged book. Every new day brings in a new chapter.

Remember the chapter where you passed that very exam you thought you screwed up in? Remember the chapter where you almost confessed to your fifth-grade crush? Remember when you hit your bike to the top-notch Mercedes Benz and cried through your teens because you couldn't afford to pay the repair charges? Remember when you proposed to your partner to marry you?

When you brought your own house. When you brought your own car. When your first held the tiny finger of your little one. When they ran into the school gates leaving your weak finger.
When you waited on the patio for your now big baby to come back from work. When you walked your daughter down the aisle. When your son ran to you celebrating that his partner asked him out.

And then do you remember that one day when you stayed in a place for the sun to go down forever? And it did go down.

Rest. Slumber. Sleep... Peace.

You definitely do not remember anything after that.

But what if you do and this story... this book does not end.

It keeps repeating and repeating and repeating.

I have seen lives going exactly this way and also have seen the sun setting very soon for a few.
What am I doing here? Watching the people I love die day by day and needing exactly that for me.

When is it coming to me? Why am I supposed to sit here in this old rusty mansion and wait for death to walk up to me?

Am I not lucky where the angel death finds me...

Why am I supposed to live forever?

I do not want to... but why am I supposed to be an..

Eternal.