I Have Forgotten My Name
Somewhere, at this moment, a human life has ended. And,
somewhere amidst the hectic rush of uninterrupted, unimportant lives,
a promising soul is born. A replacement for the one we just lost, perhaps?
I don't want to think about it. I am not as versed in eloquence as the
tongues of those who philosophize with mortality. My lips speak only
of eternity, and I taste the nectar of each syllable as they pour from
where they came. Their unknown origins tremble beneath my skin; I can
hear secrets under the breath of my own soul. I have forgotten my name.
Today was ancient, and we lived a thousand lives in the midst of an
hour. Death has come but once....tonight. Who will replace us?