Dream a Little Dream of Me...

There are so many things that my mind is working on.I hate being socialized and I hate meeting more people.I hardly interact with anyone but when I do, I want them to miss me.I have a strange urge that people should not forget me.They should miss me while doing their daily work.Oblivion scares me.I feel the pang of jealousy when someone leaves missing me.Besides, there are so many reasons that I shouldn't be forgotten.

I believe in telepathy.I have a firm belief that if someone who is not in contact anymore, I can send vibes to him/her.I am sending vibes but they are not being received.Perhaps, I should leave things as they are but then I don't want to be forgotten!

Alright.My house is no more a home.It has become a guest house where I am a kind of waiter. Are you interested in listening to me? No? Yeah, not even I.

I am busy being myself.I am busy pondering over things that no more exist.Should I try again or not? I am confused, dear reader. I am confused what to make of it.I am forgotten and this is the new kind of reality that I'll have to have settled with.

I am not fine.