"you'll just have to live"

you are born once with a stone-heart reprieve. rebirth in flesh is death in life. knowing what you know is freedom, but the weight of knowledge is a heavy burden, steeping you in the remorse of the present: unbridled and unwilling to change. for one thing to live, another must die: this is the motion of life. it is unforgiving. it takes what it wants in whatever form fits it best; a mercenary of self-reflection, having loved. have i loved? i would be a fool to think i haven’t, but whatever once was unravels before me in an unwinding decay of cynicism, until you are lost and submerged in the moment.

life brings death: you are now two people, separated at the curve of your spine. the decisions you make undo you, but you are undone by the passage of time, stilled and dead in the water.