Secrets of a forgotten yesterday

In a world where stories are told
words oozing from mouths and shaky hands spraying empty sheets with ink.
where every story told yesterday, tomorrow will remain different from how it was told today,
Thoughts are a bunch of numbers,
most if not all 1s and 0s.
but why should you agree to a thought that seem so off?
We less value our privacy and call it freedom.
Words said here,
forever shall remain.
When my Hair turn dark, my eyes will remain bright.
If not, but for seconds,
to let the world know I died writing what I love.

Secrets of a forgotten yesterday.