Unrequited-Ivy

I can't stop laughing at myself.

Guess not.

Hey guys, um, well, sorry for the utter lack of things being posted here.
I don't know, I'm just on tumblr, it's all there lately.

Yeah.

Also idk, I'm just... bleh.

Sometimes, I think I never knew you as well as I thought I did.

Once, a long time ago, people like you and me.
We ended the rule that says 'there is no room for literature in bed'
And, as much as I hate to say, while I was wrapped in satin sheets, and a thin layer of past words

'Sh. Lover, the neighbours might hear'
I kept telling you how, not-to-far from this too-soon-time, the mountains will become the teeth of the world, and we will be swallowed down, back where skeletons are meant to be.

Oh, have I mentioned, how, the raven stole from death? And, I'm standing here, because I didn't like the 7 feet wingspan, which I kept under my skin. It was big enough to tear the sky off, and we would have to stitch it back together.

(or, inherently, what happens when a poet meets a realist.)

Out of point, but death is funny.

Turritopsis nutricula, a breed of jellyfish that can revert itself, when in a fully mature, and adult form, can revert itself back into a sexually immature polyp, or, a larvae.

Basically, it's potentially immortal.

Now, think about this for a minute, jellyfish are 95% water, or more. I forget my facts easily, (I'm a big-picture kinda person, in case you haven't noticed, details bore me, I don't see a problem in getting a few cuts and bruises as long as we're all still alive.)

So, something as simple as that, it can be immortal.

Than (or, possibly, then. I always get those two mixed up.) why can't we?

My reasoning? Death is hereditary, and we're just pretty people born to an awful genepool.

(Now, if only i can find reasoning to hypocrisy, from people just like you and me.)

Hey, maybe that's hereditary too.