Archive of Our Own

I don't want to become another person people search for in sunsets.

I don't want to be a star sitting in the

sky, waiting to be studied.

I don't want to be a statistic, a thing for adults to gaulk at.

I don't want to be remembered in a silent minute, dozens sending their "thoughts and prayers."

I want to blink out, like a old forgotten lamppost on an long winding country road.

I want to lost to the history books. an meaningless name, not even a blip in people's memories.

I want to fade away, disappear like a quiet wind on a cold winter evening.

I want silence.