Detached In Boredom

I wish that I was no one, Completely obvious to who I thought I was. Without a name to identify a single thought or emotional response. A complete lack of empathy put into words before they are said. A blunt show of emotion spoken without thought. Somewhat irresponsible but nowhere near ready to admit it. I wish that I were nothing, Realizing the common denominator of words left upon your lips. A lack of enthused words, vague Nonchalant. This perfect invitation that excites the exact moment I'd always cross your mind. Stating that you'd have nothing to do. Any one to see. A thought of interest, How good it must feel to be no one without a single thing to do. Without limitation to the ecstasy provided to all the things we could do. I wish that I were absolutely nothing so I could always be that single impulse that replies without thought. To always be on your mind