You may not see me, nor acknowledge me for I am the one that exists only in your dreams or in the dark shadows of the alley that you are walking on in a pitch black night of November. 

For you I am merely the remembrance of a distant figure, but soon I will fall in the dark dungeons of forgetfulness next to your friends or the ones you said you love or even the ones you did love. I can see their names above their heads, but the faces are blurred and distorted, almost scary.

To forget is not a sad thing. It is rather calming in this sea of images that we live in.

                        -Fragment from my void function-