Just a dream, just an ordinary dream

Can I be honest?

I feel like I am floating. And I don’t know what it is I’m floating in, but I think I am floating in you. And you. And you and you and everyone I know. I am a drifter in all your thoughts, your memories, and dreams. I am a ghost, or a whisper, or a trail of smoke disappearing beneath your skin.

Someone once asked me what my biggest fear was. Spiders? He asked. Death? The dark? But I said, No, my biggest fear is being forgotten.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like something was missing within me, that my identity was not complete. I am often unsatisfied with who I am. I feel simple. I feel lonely. I am silly. I am a girl with a name, but not a name that is spoken very often.

I wish there was something striking about me. You know? Like charisma, or talent, or intelligence. Something that would put be apart from everyone else. I am not unhappy, or depressed, or sad.

But sometimes – can I be honest? – I feel so ordinary.