If I were immortal, I think this is how my life would go:
Expecting for my life to end,
But instead it keeps on going.
I mosey through my infinity,
My friends and family just visitors,
My life works simply hobbies.
I seal my eyes shut and am met with a void,
The reminder that I will live forever,
That I will forever lack the sense of permanence,
That I will end up drifting through space.
I attempt to yank myself out of the suffocating darkness,
To focus on the things that aren’t monotone.
I keep my eyes peeled,
Searching for little delicacies,
Things that I will never encounter again,
Little sentimental moments that others will never again experience.
I pour these things into my thoughts:
The joy on children’s faces,
The love in couple’s eyes,
The giggles that are emitted from friendships,
The sadness that overcomes mourning families.
I try to draw in emotions,
Swirl it into a humane feeling,
Give myself the experience to flood myself with different life happenings,
Allow my mind to become a library of life.
I once again pause,
Block out the buzz of life,
I’m no longer met with a void,
But a puzzle,
Each piece a different part of humanity,
Each connection helping reality evolve.
I am the keeper,
The bearer of mortality,
As an immortal.
Posted in response to the challenge Immortal.