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, just maybe, the hearts I touch, and the hearts that touch me, are more true, and meaningful than those attached 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.