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[opes-magnas]

forgotten.

i wonder what i’d do if i were to be forgotten forever.

would i bloom a garden of chrysanthemums to place on the grave of the memory of me borne by the minds of the ones who discarded me, or would i brew a pot of tea, welcoming it with an open heart?  would i bellow a song so tragic as i reminisce the glory i once had or would i hum the tune of the angels, knowing all things in life come to an end?

would i fear the pain, or would i embrace it?

perhaps there is a reason life is an enigma. i wanted to live a secluded life, away from the crowd. the fragrance of pastel sky, a kitchen with fresh pastries and a similar soul to speak to were the reason for my everyday. but all things come to an end, and it includes the good ones. a compliment, a praise, a like, a follow - since when did these things begin to bother me? i wanted to live a secluded life.

now i wish to end it all, free my wings from the the mystic maiden’s vines. i don’t need them, i need me. for i am the only one who can love myself twice as much. i don’t need them, i need me. yes, me. i shall neither bloom a garden nor brew some tea, i would return back to the place i called home, deep in the woods - and live with the beasts where i belong.

but as i sit in thought, and time does its charms, chrysanthemums have bloomed in my garden and my hand grips a cup of tea. there are no screams, there are no songs, there is nothing but silence that rings through the walls.

i have been forgotten. and i feel nothing.

neither free, nor conflicted.

what would you do if you were to be forgotten forever?

this blog is so dead, i sometimes wonder if people have forgotten that we exist, or if people ever think of us. what a terrifying thought. never want to think that again.

~calypso

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