Words are empty air...

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people's lives? I've always wondered if there's anyone out there who hears a song or they pass a certain part of the city and they think of me. I imagine there aren't that many if any at all. I guess we'd all like to believe that we've made some sort of impact, that we left imprints and that our stories are written through time and space, unified in shared experiences. I wonder how many memories I've been a part of that I've forgotten. I wonder if I'm still present in the minds of people that don't talk to me anymore, that I've somehow pushed away. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone's mind - if they are happy thoughts or ones of pain and regret. I wonder these things a lot, especially when it seems that my incurable disease, my inherent loneliness, is all I'll ever have.