shaiya-dark

Now all my nightmares know my name, So every night I play their game, And every morning it ends the same...

Who am I? I have been asking myself the same question for as long as I can remember, and I still don’t know the answer. Maybe I’ll never know, maybe that is the point of humanity, we don’t know who we are until we die. In those last moments before death, we know. We know who we are and in that final breath we are at peace. We are happy. We all strive to know and be aware of who we are, but we never truly know. And in the few nano-seconds we have left, we finally see. And you know, I think that’s pretty okay. I can live not knowing who I am, because I know that I will learn it in time.
In the meantime, I can explain what I like and what I dislike. I can even explain what I strive to be. Who inspires me and who doesn’t. But I think I’ll leave that up for you to decide for yourself. Because no matter what I say, you’ll make your own judgments and you’ll trust them more than me. So please, if you want to know who I am or what I’m like, just spend some time in my company and you’ll know.

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Like a lullaby from a music box my soul plays a symphony that even I dont understand yet.