though every creature dies alone
we all share in the same solitude.

extend a kind hand to a soul
who may feel that existence
is not worth being sentient.
          
                  all of us, living or dead,
will become immortalized
in the universe's codex
as a ton of ones and zeros
floating in space waiting
to be
                deciphered.
you tell your story
with the way you live life,
                  a disembodied author
much too in tune with
their p
rotagonist
for external deviation.
maybe we're already



                       floating,
maybe life is only
the solid ground.
i
don't
          seem
                  to
                     know
             myself.

but that's fine,
nothing matter.s