leaving

Permanence is the greatest bull of life. Nothing is permanent. People go. They leave. They evaporate into thin air. Disappear. Never to return. They can die for all I care. They can ascend into heaven like their master and I'll sleep through it. They can have immortal blood in their hands, perpetually bleeding for the choice they've made, I still won't care. They can grow old and diaphanous and wise but I won't need them. They can make miracles, make lives better for others but for me it'll only inflict burning pain. They can walk in water for all I care, it does'nt matter because I'm drowning under. They can shepherd a lost flock of sheep but that will not make any difference... i've been wandering and lost for sometime. They can heal wounds of other people but as they heal the more raw my wounds become. God. I'm so sour-graping.