There are moments in time
where people cease to exist;
where faces are unfamiliar,
where there are surroundings around me
that I have never seen before.

There are moments in time
where everything comes back
hazy at first;
like a gloved hand wiping away the condensation on the car windows
and then sits comfortably
and I know everyone,
and I'm where I'm supposed to be

There are moments in time
where these bitter realities
beg to be replaced by fantasy
where I understand;
I will never be where I'm supposed to be,
where this life is lived and then forgotten

and in those moments,
I wish my existence to stop
and for the people I know to forget me
and for the end of me.