There was a time, when I could count on my fingers – the people who had made a mark on my life.
I remember some of them fondly, and I am reminded of others by nightmares of accusing fingers and caustic words.
I am not sure, if they have cared to remember me, or had ever intended to make a mark on my life.
Today, countless people leave imprints, likes, comments, shares, views, messages, engagement or whatever the social media platform prefers to call it.
How many of them think of me after that, and how many do I think about?
No mark on the psyche is indelible – just learn how to cleanse.
Written for Six Sentence Stories