all my stories, this story, makes up my history. fills up my gold-embossed addition to the world. my tales of love, of loss, of have and have not. my pages that sit next to your pages - all are filled with my most minuscule moments. the ones i can't remember and the ones i can't forget. all brought me here - all will lead me onwards. regardless of what i find relevant - every minute contributed. every person contributed. all those faces i've seen but never met have come together to make the one man i'll always dream of but never find. all the words i see but never remember make up the poems and songs i want to write but can't. all the things that barely touched the outskirts of my life affect me more than i can give them credit. my story is complete with them, yet incomplete without their proper annotation. my life is full of uncredited information and that drives the rest of my story. provides the fuel for the relationships i recognize and the words i love. all my stories make up this story. this story makes up part of my history. my history is affected and affects those around me. all our stories are but chapters in the grand scheme. in a grand scheme.