Imagine this.
Immortality exists in yourself.
The ability to live forever.
A few centuries into your life,
you adjust your life into a strange new routine.
Whatever that used to thrill you would be meaningless.
Every time you dye your hair a funny color,
swore at your lecturers,
punch out the face of an idiot,
made out in front of an audience.
Slowly, you'd start to question.
What does this all mean?
And then you'd turn to your threshold.
That's when the fun begins.
See, life everyday, when you have forever,
simply blends into one.
You'll learn that escape comes in a form of sleep.
That you can tune your body into hibernating.
Sleeping, weeks, months.
Until your body's ready to wake up and live again.
But when you need an immediate thrill.
A shoot up the inside of your arm.
You turn to:
Pain. Fear.
You resort to abusing your body.
Tattoos running all along your limbs.
You bungee jump, sky dive.
Forever testing your limits.
Forever exceeding your expectations.
You trace lines down your arms with a blade,
and find beauty in it's ugly pulsating gash.
Now until your thrill is over.
Until that feeling of spectacular ceases to exist.
That's when you know,
you have truly lived a life worth living.
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