The Immortal Melting Man no. 1
now before we begin. you need some context. i have been trying to not give context to my writing, and just let it be what it is. because i feel as though my writing and my feelings don't always need some kind of explanation. and i also feel as though giving some sort of forbearing warning to readers is mildly insulting. because all people need to be able to identify things, shapes, patterns; in order to....BE. so this of few occasions, i will explain you you what you must know to make this series im writing, make any sort of sense.

The Melting Man is an idea, a figurehead, ive always had to express and compress my creativity. to give the amorphous subjective thing that is my inner mind, an identity. a way for my never ending cynicism and intrinsic hatred for most things without losing my mind.

The Immortal Melting Man is a series i have begun writing in a way to express and share my thoughts. through a melodramatic, over  romanticized fashion. Imagine if you will, a man. ageless, undying, and seemingly untouched by the concept of mortality. his physical being cannot die. but parts of him can no longer sustain the demand put on them by an age far beyond the allowed limits. slowly but surely he is forgetting his many lives, and functions that you and i take for granted (things that make us people filled with life and compassion) are beginning to escape him. so ive written Melting Man in a way that suggests he is no longer human because he cant die, but he is still just flesh and bone. making him sit on the precipice; of god-dum. read on, its my current project. and i will happily share them with you.




I have seen a great many things
I have seen people, entire generations live and die
I have seen the grandest empires thrive and then burn to ashes
I have watched human kind grow so much
I was there as some of the greatest minds in the world were revered and then eventually consumed by time
Once i stumbled upon a wolf mother giving birth to a pup
She died the moment her newborn drew its first breath
Even though i knew i would eventually outlive this creature
I took him in as my own
It was a great many years i spent with my companion
I can still vividly recall the scent of his breath, and the luster of his coat
Though as i expected, he eventually died and i remained
Time is something i have no shortage of
And i am reminded of this each meaningless day
Most all people worry about how many hours remain in the day
They never consider the many facets of life all around them
Selfishness and greed are perhaps the greatest human flaw
Ive seen it burn legacies and empires alike
The Mayans, the Romans, the Ottomans
All grand and powerful
But like all things returned to the curse of time
I no longer know the joy of feeling
In my time of endless living, under the guise of so many different names
I can scarcely remember once good thing about human kind