Bettie Page
i think about death a lot.
how peaceful it must be. to just be.. nothing.
not awake nor asleep. just.. absent. gone.
no memories, no feelings, nothing. just a body. just a soul.
i think about who would miss me.
not the kind of miss where they send flowers or make a facebook status about me.
but the true, gut-wrenching, soul-churning kind of miss.
i wonder who would cry.
and in ten years, i wonder who would remember my name.
would i cross anybody’s mind?
or would i just be forgotten?
