Disappearance

 

It's funny to think of people who disappear, 

They disappear into nothingness

Without a warning

Without leaving a sign. 

I wonder what ponders in their mind

During the moments before the disappearance. 

They would think of coming back, 

Maybe not. 

Would they go with a proper plan

Or place or a specific medium

to travel? 

They would probably go for minimalism, 

For it would lessen the burden, 

the burden of all worldly pleasures

The burden of all relationships. 

Maybe they would survive, 

The disappearance period. 

Or they will disintegrate and 

Dissolve into seasons. 

Or they will be transported to another universe, 

Where all seasons come together

And day and night 

Come simultaneously. 

They would experience a new sense of freedom, 

Freedom from the monotonous life, 

From the caricatures of commoners, 

And the ties of restrictions, 

From the questionable ways, 

Inspiring thousands to disappear. 

I desire to examine their wonderful minds, 

Its design and architecture, 

the procedure they follow towards the process, 

It would be a marvelous piece of chaos

Of do's and don't's 

Of priorities and secrets. 

It's okay to disappear, 

from everything that tires you, 

From everywhere you no longer 

belong to, 

From every system, you no longer believe in, 

It's not giving up, 

It's giving others a chance to think, 

Of what would have gone through

these people's minds

Of how you failed them, 

Of what wrong you have done to them. 

Disappearance is good. 

A. C