Life so precious, the nectar of humanity, no immortality to rake up from the tilled ground of life; there comes a time in every ones existence when the death of innocence of life comes to a crashing halt. It happens to everyone, no one is exempt from it as no one is exempt from death itself. Some learn the lesson of casualty early in life some are more fortunate as to only have to deal with it later. In the end, we all learn that no matter how strong you are; you are always the weakest within the borders of your soul. The ethereal bindings of the individual that you are, deep within the masked flesh you walk in, is only as strong as you pretend to be. A crushing blow to your mortality and thoughts range and rage at one another as you come to grips with all that is mortal will in the end, cease to be one day, the friends you hold close to your heart and in your mind are only as mortal to you as you make them to be. For there will come a day when you will no long be able to hear their voice no matter how close you are to them, no matter how well you knew them. The great downfall of man, is in his own way, his own mortality, his own attachments to the flesh in which he inhabits.
Of mortality there seems to be a cure of the reckoning of the fates of all people. As strange as it is for the soul to fade and cease in existence on the earthly boundaries of life, the most wrathful, most elegant, most beautiful of the emotions, and of course, most cursed emotion of humanity seems to be the only one that can make one forget that all life is, is but a series of moments in which we pretend we are the main character of and go through the motions of life, the cursed emotion of many a man’s down fall, many a nations lustful raging comes down to the single most misunderstood emotion of eternity and all ethereal calamities, love. Of mortality and two individuals meeting on an emotional level is beyond many to comprehend; yet in itself, it is one of the more potent forms of love. Physicality after sometime ceases to hold sway over the minds of millions like the scent of a cheap perfume. Yet after all is said and done, our mind still go back to that person, that soul that reached into us and pulled something normally not show out, exposed something that many will never see, and most will never know, we are then in debt to them, they carry us from day to day, they are in essence the air that we breath to keep us from going under. There comes a time when they seem to be to us, angels, ethereal beings that are godly and golden, and innocent and we fall, so to speak, in love with them and the image we see of them, that we create in our heads. The mere thought of this and seeing it happen is as though the world is an emerging creature of pure and unrestrained beauty. And at the binding of the two individuals, as they become one with each other, they are so wrapped in one another that are truly as one. And as you look into their eyes as they perceive one another the experience of bliss, the myriad of emotions comes cascading over their eyes, over their faces, all is unbreakable in their world. Everything is justified. Innocence in all its purity and whiteness blossoms into the form of a primrose.
Immortality becomes these individuals and all is grand, all is adamant. And then as the world become perfect in their eyes there comes a time when nothing can be wrong, all is wonderful. The casting caution to the fates begins to backfire in the face of the individuals, when nothing can destroy them, there comes the calling of mortality, the death of innocence.
Immortality is then stripped of that individual that the other holds as immortal in all their dreams and wishes. They become human once again, they become fallible, they are like the rest of mankind, destined to die. And we see it everyday, millions come to cease to be, to be mortal and die mortal, and only then are they in our hearts again. Their realm of existence is not long in the flesh but that of the souls of others. Never will they be whole and in the flesh again. But our primrose never falters or wilts until it hits close to home. Until it is mortality knocking on your own door, do you come to realize that all life is precious in its own right and the most precious, the one you love has mortality peering over their shoulder counting the minutes until they are no long immortal in your eyes but a desperate attempt to salvage what will be lost.
As the mortal coil becomes more and more apparent to you, you start to cherish more and more that you never thought that you would cherish. Every smile could be the last; every laugh could be the last. You hold their picture in your hands and you stare at it, distantly. You have a million things on your mind yet nothing is moving in your head. A single thought cannot be massed under the amount of weight of seeing the soul you cherish the most out of the billions on earth pass away from you. You dread that moment, you try to do everything but think about it, but there it is, in the back of your mind, scratching to get to the surface. And finally in a desperate attempt to rid yourself of this thought that weights more than your entire life in gold, you let it free you think about it, you contemplate it. And when you are done there are all noticeable traits of it, the tears, the snotty nose, the trembling lips, the love that is a pseudo-hatred for all things, yet, your heart feels less burden to know that in the end mortality will claim us all and in the end the soul you love, you cherish more than life itself, you will be able to touch once again when you, yourself slip the mortal coil and leave the encasing boundaries of the flesh you inhabited.
After the realization that nothing can be changed, that only hope, love and the constant beauty of that person can make your world the place that it once was, you turn your efforts on making that person that you love so much smile, make them laugh, make them enjoy life as they use to before mortality struck them from the immortal grip of godliness. And slowly as you work towards making their world the best that man can give them, the best that you can give them, that thought, that idea that they will pass before your eyes as a mortal one day and go to be only in your heart and thoughts becomes a mere fragment of stresses and grief. And as it crumbles into none existence, and hopefully not return until all is right and they are needed to make that final step from mortal to true ethereal immortal in your heart, they merely encapsulate that of an image that to seems to be an angel in flesh.
To Jessica. Love you.
