you all want to be somebody, but i would rather be a nobody. rather than a somebody that flails their lives in other’s faces. a quiet life, not revealed, not placed on the pedestal to be examined, nor exposed on the front of magazines. but a life still worth, spreading the word of god and living up to the label stamped on my tag dangling from my neck, it reads: “jesus freak”. who’s name you would read on the front of book covers but know nothing more than what’s read at the end of the book. the one that has many people know her name, but never know her person. the one that would rather keep captures of memories on her walls than to relive them like reruns. the girl that wants to click the trigger and watch the flash make the people blink, instead of being in the scene. the background, it places everything, even though, it’s rarely noticed. without it, the focal point would be lost, indeed. the background, that is who i want to be. plays a part with little lines to read, has a great purpose, would be missed if it disappeared. the nobody, the jesus freak, the writer, the background, that’s me.