There are so many things in this world that have been misplaced or lost or are stowed away somewhere collecting dust in an attic or a basement. There are so many places in this world that have become overgrown and nature has taken over.
That's kind of how I feel.
I feel like an old favorite sweater that was once worn every day until summer came and the child grew and I'm nothing but a memory seen only in old photographs. I am the feeling of nostalgia. I am that feeling you will have when you reminisce in old age. There is a present that is so busy; so moving that I feel I am a mere illusion of what once was. I have been long forgotten.
I was something that held high importance until I broke and was not able to be glued together. I fell off the table and rather than having high importance I was just placed on a high shelf to collect dust. I simply observe my surroundings and sometimes wonder if they know. If they know despite the smile that has never left my face or the reassuring look I know is in my eyes, I wonder if they have ever been able to tell I have emotions other than the ones I show. I wonder if they know.
They probably don't though. They probably have no idea I'm capable of emotion. They probably think that I am crazy. And maybe I am. Maybe I have lost my mind. Maybe I screw everything up. Maybe I'm the reason everything around me falls. Maybe I always have been.
Maybe that's why I have been forgotten.
And maybe this is even more crazy, but I kinda like it here. La La Land. The Land of the Lost. I like watching. Because I already know. Maybe I just forgive too easily. Maybe that's why I can't feel. Maybe that's why I feel empty instead of pain, instead of being hurt. I don't know why. I don't understand it either. But that's okay. Because forgotten things aren't supposed to know; they aren't supposed to be known. They're supposed to do what they do best.
Be forgotten.
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& I'm just a girl.
Short StoryI'm just a girl. But there's more to me then you'd think. After all appearances aren't everything. I think thoughts. I can assure you I am not just another dumb blonde. There are problems with the world. I'm simply trying to make them known.
