Keep me in mind

And I just stood there crying, eyes wide open, breathing it in, holding it all inside of my head, willing it not to spill out onto the floor. Is there such a thing as mental atrophy? If there is, I hope it diminishes me, and sheds it holy light across my forehead, leading me to better places than this one. I hope it strips me naked, and lays bare all of my fears and wonders, all of my triumphs and my charms. May be then, I'll get somewhere. But, of course for now, I'd rather my story remain untold, until I have found a function for appendixes and funny bones. I'd like to ask someone, if they could love me as much as they love themselves. If I could witness their life, and attach it to mine. If may be they'd like that one day. One day.