The Immortal Melting Man no. 2
I was witness to a birth
To the child of my last living relative
One final, feeble attempt to keep our withering family tree alive
A birth without marriage
A manic, desperate cling to legacy
So much hope, manifested in brand new life
Although the child itself was beautiful, birth and death have blurred in grandeur to me
All beings return to dust, with or without blessings from their intangible father figure
And this child would be no exception, i thought to myself
Seasons would pass, however many, and the child would grow, and then the man would die
Life and living to me, are as rocks are to the ocean.
Both just words, unyielding just as they are present and unchangeable
And i find it very odd, as the child breathes his first gulp of air and returns it as a squeel of primitive affirmation saying
i am alive; i find it very odd how no one person seems to truly appreciate their life until they are reminded of it
Even as i degrade, i know merciful death will not come for me
I envy the child
Life is a currency, meaningless and monetary
It is a liquor meant only for the mortal and flawed
Life is but one single dollar. Spend it wisely child.