04/26/22 Poof! and Gone.

In the daily chaos of life, I often find myself wishing for a vanishing act; to disappear without a trace, without a warning, without a memory of my existence. To have everything pointing towards my existence gone. I ponder upon what difference that would make in the grand scheme of things. Probably nothing. What a useless existence. If anything, it would make a few lives easier, including mine. After all, existence is the prerequisite for misery. And so, I shall keep silent now and pretend I never existed.