Oblivion

"I want to live my life", she said
whatever that is, in any case, left when morning wake-ups,
and commuting,
and work shifts,
and meetings,
and late studying,
and social obligations
and television shows
even that plain household
are gone.
If anything is left that is.
I want that.
Just be.
You know?

And my response,
oblivious and confused
sprung across digital space:
"What do you mean?".