Dear Death,
I do so tire of your company.
The 98 year old man that you will take with you tonight, no more lucid than the unconsciousness of the 20 year old child that I signed away to your care only four days past. Eyes open or closed, awareness is a mere word like all the rest.
I commend you as always on your consistency. You do your job well, old friend.
Repeatedly you have angered me, often you offer tears as an exchange for the contract run-out, and yet rarely do I question you.
You aren't a flashy performer of the dance. Bright lights for those you visit? And the audience left waiting for a performance is repeatedly stunned into silence by your lack of pomp.
Large scale endeavors, while not uncommon, rarely revolve around you... more so around those who force your hand in the game they know not your reasons for playing. Selfish reasons, not those of your making.
And yet your endless patience and lack of emotion are the things unchanging around me.
I have stood in a room and held your hand.
I have walked beside you right up to the door that I could not enter... not yet.
I have learned so many blue-prints for your routines.
I am your living counterpart, for I handle all of the paperwork on this side. You've enough to do over there.
Looking in your eyes no longer frightens me, for I have grown accustomed to your face.
But I tire of you now, for your redundancy lulls me to sleep.
And the pain will always accompany you when you come to visit. Perhaps that is your punishment for immortality. Such a morose companion for all of your days.
You and your partner have been given a valley of shaddows that can never be taken from you. I will always prefer the fleeting moment of a mountain-top morning and a few stolen memories of being alone. Please do not visit this place tonight.
***I know the last few days have been devastating on a large scale for millions of people. I speak only of my perspective, for I see death on a daily basis and on a personal level... and it is sometimes so hard to keep fighting. And harder still to know when to let the battle go.***
I do so tire of your company.
The 98 year old man that you will take with you tonight, no more lucid than the unconsciousness of the 20 year old child that I signed away to your care only four days past. Eyes open or closed, awareness is a mere word like all the rest.
I commend you as always on your consistency. You do your job well, old friend.
Repeatedly you have angered me, often you offer tears as an exchange for the contract run-out, and yet rarely do I question you.
You aren't a flashy performer of the dance. Bright lights for those you visit? And the audience left waiting for a performance is repeatedly stunned into silence by your lack of pomp.
Large scale endeavors, while not uncommon, rarely revolve around you... more so around those who force your hand in the game they know not your reasons for playing. Selfish reasons, not those of your making.
And yet your endless patience and lack of emotion are the things unchanging around me.
I have stood in a room and held your hand.
I have walked beside you right up to the door that I could not enter... not yet.
I have learned so many blue-prints for your routines.
I am your living counterpart, for I handle all of the paperwork on this side. You've enough to do over there.
Looking in your eyes no longer frightens me, for I have grown accustomed to your face.
But I tire of you now, for your redundancy lulls me to sleep.
And the pain will always accompany you when you come to visit. Perhaps that is your punishment for immortality. Such a morose companion for all of your days.
You and your partner have been given a valley of shaddows that can never be taken from you. I will always prefer the fleeting moment of a mountain-top morning and a few stolen memories of being alone. Please do not visit this place tonight.
***I know the last few days have been devastating on a large scale for millions of people. I speak only of my perspective, for I see death on a daily basis and on a personal level... and it is sometimes so hard to keep fighting. And harder still to know when to let the battle go.***
