Tales of Paper & Pen

Eternity is both a blessing and a curse

In solemnity and seldom joy, I gaze upon the jade snake that slithers across the northern sky. Vibrance against bespeckled black, the snake writhes in the endless night. The beauty is foul, soft and yet violent only to me. To those of foreign origin, the snake is a mystical and fantastical beast. But to those that are trapped and bonded to life, the snake is but a plain and simple rope. I grasp at it in a fruitless endeavor, hoping to obtain the thing I want most. Where did its allure go? Why is it now so bland and void? The years I’ve spent on this forgotten block of ice have filtered the beauty from the life I begrudgingly lead. Time is an illusion that only I can see through, still unable to make sense of it and forever lost in a colorless world. The lights fade out and the colors dull, and as they lose their former luster and shine, I walk away in tired steps. I am numb, numb to beauty and meaning. I am tired, tired of hope and despair. I am indefinite, deathless yet deceased. A relic of the past; that’s what I am.