The idea of immortality doesn’t appeal to me anymore.
Once upon an idea I loved the idea I lusted after it, in fact.
When you’re young the idea of forever seems addicting like a promise of youth.
Immortality only promises forever
and
sometimes forever is a ‘sentence‘ and not a pure reward.
When you’re in pain a moment can feel like forever.
When you’re always in pain, death can sound like an escape.
There is something to be said of escape. A power behind the act. A choice made. An intense relief.
The feelings of control a far better high than any controlled substance.
The freedom to lust after mortality a privilege of the young and healthy.
I miss it. The simple joy of wanting forever.
I remember that time with an uncharacteristic tenderness.
The warmth of a mother watching their children sleep soundly.
As if the slightest sound would scare them.
A precious moment frozen in time.
The universe gave birth to immortal hope // a privledge of the healthy.
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.