Day 232 - Only Paper

I am disappearing

But no one seems to notice

Even I cannot truly feel it

As though I never existed

It is not how they describe death

No, rather just air being

In a place untraditional it seems

But after all

I am only made of paper

To slice up and throw away

Leaving nothing more than vapor

Or so I wish they would say

I hold on to what is staying

Sort of waiting until I fade

Even more, because it happens

And that is just fine

For ordinary history

Such as mine, always leaving

In portals through our heads

That memory claims to control

I am only made of paper

To slice up and throw away

Leaving nothing more than vapor

Or so I wish they would say

But they will not, say anything

Just watch me, wash me, away

That is what I meant in the end

As I am disappearing