Were I A Tail

What if I was a story. My life and the action that color them told through the ideas of an observer, researcher or dreamer. No more would I be the person that inhabits this flesh, but an idea creator, a character constructed to be shared. My actions dictated by a purpose, within a narrative. With every turn of the page I would live for those few moment, in the words that form I the minds of the reader. I would go through the changes that are part of a fiction. First the idea of the dreamer, then the momentary reality of the reader. The same words, many different me's. Carved out in phrases.

What would my story be. What would be my reason d'etre. What tragedy would I face in order to grow. What elements of me would e used to relate to and what to alienate. Shall I be the protagonist or the antagonist. Will my ending induce happiness, or be cemented in tears. Is my story to be one of love and joy, or a tragedy.

I will tell you once the tale has been fully told.