Day 276 of 365
The American felling. 
Consumed by validation.
Our selfish creations only guide us to an innate desire to be remembered. 
Why?
Why do I need to be more than an echo in the wave of for forever. 
For never. 
Did I even exist? because I don’t know a single thing about my great grandparents. 
They are all forgotten. 
I guess this gives some insight into the mind of terrorists or mass shooters. 
Their dead names repeated on tv’s so incessantly we have no choice but to remember them. 
I can name at least three but I cannot name a single victim. 
In that case I don’t want to be remembered. 
Let me go gently into the night. 
 
 
                
               
            
           
            
           
            
          