Some days I feel like I'm just a fuzzy memory in everyone's minds. Like I am slightly remembered, yet being slowly forgotten. The memory of me is distant and slowly fading away from not being used. I'm being ignored and I'm yearning for just the slightest glimmer of hope that someone out there has thought of me for more than a second, remembered that I'm still on this Earth. I dwell in the darkness that surrounds me, wishing for someone's light to find me, hoping for my memory to be remembered. Am I alone in my thoughts of myself?? Have I really been forgotten?? Is this the reason I am ignored?? Can it be that my hope is not meaningful enough, that my light has been extingushed, that I should no longer yearn for the love that will never be?? Should I give up on being remember?? Am I really all alone??
Do I dare to hope for an answer??
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