We're all storytellers
reshaping our pasts in the hope that someone,
somewhere, will understand.
And we're all tragic heroes trapped by our flaws.
We're also the villains who haunt our dreams,
but fascinate us too.
And we're all literary critics interpreting the stories we hear,
wondering how they will end,
and what they might mean.
We can all sum up a life in a single simple phrase,
yet we're never satisfied with endings,
always troubled by nuance,
forever turning the page.
We're all filled with so many possibilities,
so many beginnings, middles, and ends.
Whether our lives are tragedies or comedies,
whether we're a hero or a fool,
we're never quite sure,
so we retell our stories,
eager for new interpretations,
better understanding,
solace.
We're all alone together,
trapped in medias res,
struggling to understand.