I wish that I was no one,
Completely obvious to who I thought I was.
Without a name to identify a single thought or emotional response.
A complete lack of empathy put into words before they are said.
A blunt show of emotion spoken without thought.
Somewhat irresponsible but nowhere near ready to admit it.
I wish that I were nothing,
Realizing the common denominator of words left upon your lips.
A lack of enthused words, vague
Nonchalant.
This perfect invitation that excites the exact moment I'd always cross your mind.
Stating that you'd have nothing to do.
Any one to see.
A thought of interest,
How good it must feel to be no one without a single thing to do.
Without limitation to the ecstasy provided to all the things we could do