Endless

I watched as my body slowly dissolved into the night. And before each cell melted into nothingness it sparkled. Like bloody swords which clash under the afternoon sun.

I looked from above, at the world I would soon leave. One of the many worlds, infact. For the past three thousand years I've had a nomad soul. I was forever young, but agonizingly old.

I had often wished for it. Back when I was a true child. So many dreams, so little time. So many desires, so many morals. Now the body was finally satiated and the mind fulfilled.

I knew a lot. How it was like to sleep with my own self, how it was like to blame my own people. How it was like to give free reign to my rage, how to enjoy perverse melancholy.

I had climbed the highest peaks and jumped off. I flown up to stars laden with diamonds. All the stupidest romantic comedies, the most literary pieces of fiction- I had lived through it all.

You would think after all this, I wouldn't cry.

You would think that I would be satisfied.