A scribbling pen and a silent blank smile
And eyes that reflect the world all around.
With a mind that can feel though the absence of a heart
The Angel mourns a life from which he can never ever part.
For mortals through the centuries he has watched love and sin
Amid all wrongdoings there is forgiveness from their kin.
He had understood the transience of the world through our eyes
Seeing us live as we laugh, smile and cry.
Beauty only lives as long as it can die,
Only mortals can feel this as time is never kind.
But the Angel can only see this he can never be a part,
For immortals cannot comprehend the meaning
of death.
Max.L
On the idea of immortality.
My name is Max.
In a nutshell, I like running and writing.
I play the classical guitar(something I taught myself so don't judge)
I read books and people (I am not very good at the latter)
SASS (Class of 2010)
ACJC (Class of 2012)
And clearly, I'm not very good at writing profiles either.