May 2, 2017 1
Nirvana
Every attempt is a waste of time. Time. If only my time on Earth would run out, expire, perish. For centuries I’ve been haunted by a past I cannot change. Everyone has a weak spot. Where is mine? Death surrounds me pursuing others and I never feel sorrow for the loss. Just envious. When will I meet the reaper? When will I take my final breaths of life?
But there is another like me—or so they say. If he exists, will he be strong enough to rid me of my envy and finally put me six feet under? But what if I’m stronger? Will death escape my grasp while I take another’s life? Or will he send me to my grave?