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Today, I am no one. But I have the potential in my veins to someday be a somebody, longing to a be a nobody once more. I can envision a time where I would draw on my memory like one drawing on a slim cigarette. Breathing out wisps of those once forgotten thoughts. Shadows they are. Yes, that happened. Yes, I was there. Will my heart burn with embers of regret? Will I walk over those figments of my mind, rolling them over in my fingers, until nothing is left but a dead stump? I think I will just strike it up again, to mull it over once more. For even now, I do not forget. I only let it burn to ash.
