In a World Where I do not Exist

Sunshine streams, spilling secrets on satin sheets, a symphony of soft chirps and chattering birds. The morning unfolds, a vibrant tapestry of hues, and I, I am nowhere to be seen. Not a single soul remembers my name, no echoes of laughter, no whispers of love. I am a blank canvas, a forgotten tune, a silent melody in this bustling, bright world. Yet, the lightness of being, the absence of self, feels strangely freeing, liberating even. No burdens to bear, no disappointments to face, just pure, unfettered joy in the simple things. The world spins onward, a kaleidoscope of color, and I, a nameless, non-existent thread, weave through its fabric, a silent observer, a witness to the beauty of a life unlived. And somewhere, in the radiant glow of the dawn, a smile blooms, a quiet, contented smile. For in a world where I do not exist, there is a peace, a solace, uniquely mine.