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Dandelion Seed
What if I disappear?
Evaporate and drift off until I’m nothing, like steam rising into an imminent fate?
What if I fade away like ripples on a lake until everything I was becomes silent and stagnant?
What if I melt into myself and never solidify, just trickle away until I fall through the cracks?
Who would come running?
Who would remember me?
How many have already forgotten?
I am so overlooked sometimes I question if I’m really here at all.
If I inhale and keep it deep within my lungs, will it fill all the voids, will I start to float away?
Evaporate and drift off until I’m nothing, like steam rising into an imminent fate?
What if I fade away like ripples on a lake until everything I was becomes silent and stagnant?
What if I melt into myself and never solidify, just trickle away until I fall through the cracks?
Who would come running?
Who would remember me?
How many have already forgotten?
I am so overlooked sometimes I question if I’m really here at all.
If I inhale and keep it deep within my lungs, will it fill all the voids, will I start to float away?
Published 30th Aug 2019
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- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
30th Aug 2019 7:19am
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1st Feb 2020 00:05am
This is a heart-breaker. I have these same thoughts and feelings. I think writing will be our legacy. This mads me think of this passage from Hamlet, "there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year."
