Immortality

The night is closing in like something alive, its warm dampness imbuing the house with an oppressive atmosphere that seems somehow threatening to me. I’m sitting at my desk thinking about immortality. A continuous wave of thoughts seems to pass trough my mind and it is impossible to catch even a fragment of it. Time slips away and I’m expecting ideas to turn into words. I often sat as I sit now facing a blank page trying to turn my thoughts into words but now something is stopping me. The mere concept of immortality scares the hell out of me. The simple uttering of the word makes me think of evilness or of selling my soul. I’m aroused by the fact that being immortal is such an unnatural thing