I wish I could forget. I wish I could lose myself somewhere far beyond pain and darkness. I wish to become intangible... ghostly...
nothing.
I wish I could let things like sadness and anger pass through me like my fingers do against the wind.
To be so... be not...
I wish I were not sitting here right now, wishing I could forget the very thing I'm remembering.
Confusion.... one-oh-one.
I wish...
And would I be a ghost? Forever condemned to haunt the dusty halls of an abandoned house... a forgotten memory...
...to be forgotten...
...to forget...
Oblivion.
It frightens many... but now I crave for it. For a peace born as only nonexistance can bring.
Because, as Hamlet said, we may still dream in the sleep of death, never to awaken.
Not to not be... to never have been...
Such a peace can only be imagined by those who do exist, because those who don't have no worries... no emotions... no cares...
nothing.
Do not think I'm afraid of this. I'm not. How can I be? I would not be to care at all, so I certainly would not be afraid.
I wish to forget...
...forget than I am.
