the teenage search for immortality Quinn

Christensen

mossy steps, the quiet is worth remembering but we aren’t i won’t forget what he said but the rest of the world will a faded stone, no name he said the saddest part is that in a few hundred years that’ll be me underground, alone and no one will remember even if they want to see names have a lifespan too, only a little longer than those that own them arching branches, he apologizes to the dead how morbid we are, so young and talking so often about endings characters always seem different in the first chapters. we aren’t special, it’s why we point out that we aren’t we want to be the first ones to say it, some twisted attempt to be different and still just the same as everyone else. he’s on his teenage search for immortality and all i can do is make him immortal in this moment so i tell him that i will remember him. but one person isn’t the world and we both know not even the world is big enough and he scares me when he tells me he doesn’t care enough about anything, that he isn’t ambitious because i’ve never met someone who is that good at lying to themselves, i write about him a lot but never about what he said because i run away from the teenage search for immortality if only because i know we’re going to fail. so scared of being forgotten, we forget to remember that we’re just kids holding hands in the dusk holding breath in the dark we won’t forget each other.