All I ask of you

The night again. Marvelous as it stands in its velvet cloak.

The heart shudders in thought. Is it really cold? I don't know.

After all, I never felt anything since that day.

Tonight, I cleared a little of my past. Other days when I do, it doesn't bother me.
I recall the past. How I laugh. No one remembers me any more.

Ironic. What part do we play in people's life?
Everyone seem so happy, seem so fine with their life and their choices.
And me? I basked in eternal hatred.

It was probably the wisest choice to forget who I am.
Why recall? Honestly, because I'm just a single soul out of millions there are in this world.

The heart shudders again. Have what I just said frighten the self?

I don't like people to tell the truth. Humans, to tell the truth.

Cold, bitter, full of themselves...That's life I guess, but who wants to know?

Another shudder.

I fear death, to tell the very truth. Fear it to its very root.
Yet I yearn to die, but don't want to die because I want to accomplish something.
Not to look for love, nor even hope to be loved in return.
But to seek the reason, for the existence as we all are. Why do we say we love, when we like? Say like, when we love?

Where do we draw the line for anything?

For now, all I ask of you, is to remember me. Before I change.

At least.