he said he could make me last forever.
at the time, i didn’t even know what that meant.
i was so damn naive – nobody can live forever,
and even if we could, who would want to?
we would just watch everything we love
perish and fade.
to really live forever, to really live forever,
we need those things which bring us joy
to be endless too.
flowers die. perfumes, paintings, fabrics fade.
records scratch. books wear out.
the only way to continue existing
is to reinvent yourself.
live a thousand lives, each one a collection
of new thoughts and
and feelings.
then we can leave our life before it fades,
start again.
clean the slate,
put on new underwear
and recreate you.


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