im·mor·tal. living forever; never dying or decaying.
im/mortal. i'm mortal.
The gods live among us. They pass us in the streets, there one moment and gone in the next. How lonely it must be, to see what has become of their homes; their legends; themselves. The tragedy of mortality pressed into immortality. They are ruins, and crumbling pillars, and rusted gold.
They are forgotten, but we love them anyway.
A collection of poems for the immortals, for the gods and creatures that walk amongst us - and for their lovers.
incomplete.
A collection of unspoken feelings, quiet realizations, and late-night thoughts that linger longer than they should.
These words were never meant to be perfect - just honest.
Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them too.
For hearts that feel too much, think too deep, and love too quietly.