I want to be | A short story
I want to be like the tornado that touches down on the earth,
disappearing right when the warning sirens sound;
forgettable, but somehow recalled, like a feeling of de ja vu, she said.
I want to be like the song that gets stuck inside your head,
but can't remember the name, she said.
I want to be like the sky,
never the same
and goes on farther than the eye can even see, she said.