Myth of Wholeness

Do they know how much I loved my existence here?

That dress is just a part of me – one they chose to preserve. There was so much more which has been destroyed or left alone to perish. 

A thought process, small impressions stitched together to blend with the whole called personality….

If you choose to remember this, it becomes a part of you.

And yet, wholeness is only a myth. I know it now, as I disintegrate, reform, reshape to touch the universe in different ways – once again, maybe forever…

Enrich the smallest parts to make a large impact.


Written for Story Challenge in 99 words

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