This unobtainable peace within haunts me endlessly.
How can I possibly be one with myself if i know not who I am?
So who am i?
A man without a people, and no concept of blood. I wonder if this means the relationships i grow, to consider so many around me family, are shallow, or maybe, jsut maybe, the hearts i touch, and the hearts that touch me, are more true, and meaningful than those attatches by simple blood. My bonds are those of a soul that I've hard to guard and let weather the storms. Forge anew and armor again. Do i dare seek out what blood i have at risk of severing the powerful bonds of the heart? Or do i lay in wonder, not knowing what could have been?
I am a man without a people, yet surrounded by so many.
Who was i before i became me? Did i have a name or was i never given such identity?
Did she do it out of love or spite?
I was given an identity and rejected it.
They call me Nick
I call myself Kaze, and i chose myself, because a man with no origin makes his own story.
And that suits me just fine.
