Unimportant.

For now, at least.

But you will remember me,

When the time is right.

Forever.

Known because I choose to share it.

It lives, and breaths on its own.

Even as time passes.

Truth.

Because I choose it to be.

The knowledge I have,

and that I receive from others.

Unique.

That was how it’s meant to be,

Like an ironic tale of time passing,

or standing still in its viewing.

Love.

Because that is what I want.

That is what the world needs;

despite its heavy price.

Kindness.

Because that is what I give,

Even though many don’t deserve it.

I give it freely.

My own.

I know not yours today.

But perhaps yours is like mine,

or perhaps it’s unique all on its own.