declaration of mild, yet entirely unwanted, interest in the everyman-and-woman

[Dandeli]

I'm really scholarly.

I'm currently researching a plethora of things.

I'm currently learning about the present.

I'm currently learning about the past.

I'm currently learning about what will be.

Mortyl's soft call and the sanctity of the end.

Gala's unending crusade and the upkeep of life's tangibility.

 

Legacy, fate - how one's essence is encompassed in constellations, the stars, and the timeline.
 

Man's innerworkings - his motivations, his greatest regrets, his greatest sins, his darkest thoughts.

 

Man's attachments to family - the meaning woven in bonds both blood-woven and built.
 

I know I'm useless in a grander cycle.

Death will take me, like a cursory breeze.

Every smile I cherish will become decomposition that nourishes the earth.

Yet the beat of life persists.

The world remembers.

And when gone, someone will take this mantle.

Repetition.

Mundanity.

Predictability.

I'll accept it, I suppose.
Sorry, Mother.