We live through stories, and stories live through us.

We are all storytellers — each with our own to tell.

And I will tell you mine.

Because when I no longer exist in body,
all that will be left are my stories—

And all those creations that will live on,
through those who set their eyes upon
them will see. I want my creativity

not to be manipulated by those corporations
who control these systems
from which we are closely held by as we try to navigate through a life —
both digitally and physically
not so present in this beautiful world
that is slowly fading before us.

No — I will be present. Inspired and focused, that’s what I strive to be.

Forget the algorithmic limits of the establishments
who profit off of our attention.

No — I will write however I like. Even if mine are the only eyes that lay upon my words.

At least I will live on in peace — with authenticity.

I will no longer seek for popularity, an addiction that have many fallen victim to already.

No — I will tell my own story.

For those who will see, I appreciate your time to read.

Though I may be ordinary —

Perhaps this is immortality.