I am leaving now,
Today is the day! I swear, I have I thought about it, rather I overthought.. about my existence. Somewhere in someone's story or everyone's story?
There are people, a lot of them but everybody is out of reach.
It feels like I am stuck in the glass cage. Screaming my lungs out, but nobody can hear my voice.
Fading away, slowly out of stories, poems, and pictures. Dissolving into my dreams.
I just wonder, will there be a time I will exist in someone's memory?