The art of disappearance.

don’t want to make a sound, not even a whisper of goodbye. I just want to melt into air, like fog when the sun decides to rise. don't want to make a sound to make the attention to me just wanna disappear into thin air where I can't be seen like a frog in the pond that even if it dies, the world will keep spinning cuz nobody really noticed that the little guy ever existed No one would notice the space I leave, just a shadow gone from the wall. And maybe that’s enough for me- to be nothing, after being too much for too long. nobody seems to see the good , only the bad, like grandmas old dress in plad that nobody really seems to know where it is , all they know is that it just disappeared and that's enough for them to know, they don't care where it is I don't want to die or no'or to live just to disappear like grandmas old dress and there will no longer be a mess that I caused it'll all be paused and they all should be applaused.