I have been alive for a couple thousand years. 

I stopped counting the years when I was around six hundred years old. 

I don’t know why I’m still alive. I still look the same as when I was ten. 

The thought of living forever doesn't seem reasonable in my mind:  not because of typical reasons like what other people might say about not wanting to see their friends die, but because I wouldn't want to be all alone forever.

I feel like being immortal is a disease that makes you live forever. Some people would love being immortal and doing everything that they dream of doing.

I could not live forever. 

There is a point where one stops living, and either dies or waits to die.

Immortality has been a terror for me since I could read. 

I want to see every place,

To hear the sounds from every village and every city,

To find new family as every lifetime passes,

If I were immortal, I think this is how my life would go:

I blink, 

Expecting for my life to end,

But instead it keeps on going.

I mosey through my infinity,

Immortality,

A word spoken without thought.

How good it would feel to live forever,

Without thinking of the consequences. 

You’d have to watch the world burn,

how i would hate to be cursed with immortality.

i would exist almost outside of time,
watching my friends and everyone i love slowly die.

Death is one of my deepest fears -

The thought of losing my friends and family, 

As well as my own eventual, yet inevitable death, terrifies me.

Being immortal means I watch the seasons change,

quicker than a mortal eye can blink. 

Though, I appreciate the beautiful range-

of colors of fall, it does not fill the sink-

hole in my immortal heart.