In Another Life
In another life,
perhaps I may have been a different person.
Perhaps I may have come out long before I had in this life,
or perhaps I would have hidden forever.
I would not know,
and I truly do not care to know.
The life I live suits me,
and how could I have honestly done it differently?
I draw,
I game,
I listen to music until the sun comes up.
I watch horror movies and anime.
I have a best friend who lives with me,
and I choose the digital universe over the real one any day.
I may die tomorrow or maybe never,
but I never want to know the date.
In years to come,
I dream to create the games
that I lost myself into as a child.
I will sketch out a new world
that only I can truly understand.
I could very well have chosen to be more social,
to go out
and maybe be an astronaut or a fireman.
Yet I choose to live my life alone,
with few close friends
and my art in my hand.
If I left the world tomorrow,
I could smile at the life I have led.
My only wish is this:
World, please do not forget me.
I have no problem with death,
but for me to pass out of memory,
I may as well have never existed at all.