4 | what's your name?

"vivian" (poem) by missy gordon the night falls my dreams repeat the message of a life passed on and soon after the morning rises did I pass? “life is not a test” the sky told me that but i was sure it was then what is it? to my surprise, the sky replied:“ what do you want it to be?” i thought about the line from pretty woman when richard gere asks julia roberts for her name “vivian. my name is vivian.” am I only here for the night forgotten in the morning? curls tucked under my wig nameless, faceless like an empty soul wandering the primordial plane? truthfully, i asked “no”, the wind responded curtly but I didn’t believe him he asks me for my name “what do you want it to be,” i laughed no, he said what do you want it to be?