I am Born, Life is Crap, Then I Die. The End. Good Story.

I am the galaxy, full of twinkling wonders and hopes.

I am a puppy, young and full of joy, running around green fields where little pure white flowers grow.

I am a line, wandering across a blank piece of paper creating something amazing which I cannot see.

I am the shadows, twisted, never to see any light, forever embodied in clouds of darkness.

I am the knife, that cuts through the piece of paper of the past destroying what I created.

I am the dead, wandering, seeking some sort of redemption and some new chances of life to halt myself from following societal orders like the rest of the zombies.

I am a phoenix, taking flight, rising from the ashes, free from all and myself.

I am the sun after the rain, bringing a rainbow of happiness and color to the lives of the ones in the dark.

I am who I want to be, not who they tell me to be.

I am the line, still wandering, twisting, and rising to a foggy illusion of a crappy tomorrow.