Vanishing

I have often had the thought of I wish I could just dissappear. Hell I've heard it said by a great many people. It's understandable. There is something so romantic in the notion of vanishing completely. To fade away with a gust of wind, leaving not even your absence in your wake. I have wished for it quite a few times. But I've come to realize in the past few years that fortunately there is just no way to do that. There will always be someone who remembers you, who carries a scrap of your life with them. Sometimes it's notes once written, or it's songs sung together, meals once cooked in the same overhead stove light. There will always be pieces of you carried for much longer than you'll ever know. To vanish would be impossible. I’ve moved around quite a few times in the past four years and no matter where I leave, I am remembered and reminded of the days gone by in the months and even years following. And they follow. Why do some of us want to negate that?

I don't have anything big to say really, I just think it is such a privilege to be known by people, to know that pieces of my heart I no longer know are held close by people I haven't seen in ages. Why would anyone want to forfeit such a thing?