Without attention I do not exist.

When I walk out the room and walk out of your life,
shall anything remind you of me?

I long for a legacy to leave behind either as a memory or mystery.
I will have no children, I might not have kin.

My need to leave a mark on this rapidly decaying world feels like
a scream into the endless night sky above the cool sand dunes of a desert island.

Nobody notices, Nobody cares.

Your attempts at a legacy are quickly destroyed with the offender being
non the wiser of your existential crisis they just helped amplify.