Immortal

This world is unfathomable.
In the end, everyone will feel the warmth of coldness.
It is inevitable.
Before the reality turns to nothingness.
I collected all scattered bits of my consciousness.

I wade into the heart of the labyrinth,
Paths are tangled.
But, I find my way out of it.
Stood there for a while,
I'm in a narrow aisle.
Looking around,
Walled up both sides by stacks, as in library.

Stacks are filled with pile of memories.
Haven't overgrown with time,
Felt it so real,
Tall and thick, as trees in the woods;
Alive and breathing.

The room is filled with musty odour.
Felt so familiar.
I stroll through the aisle.
Took an old book out of it,
And turned the dusty pages..
I felt my head is floating, wasn't able to hold my heart.
I see nothing but memories,
Memories.

I gained all my strength,
And kept the book in back to the dusty rack.
I left them there,

Letting them to grow dust.
Letting them to sink under the heart.

Moving forward..
Sometimes, they could be forgotten.

But,
It's immortal.