I am Atlas, I am Shinigami
I am My Mother’s Baby,
I am My Father’s Mistake

I am…a world unto my own

~ Nic

I am a nothing and a something, built on the foundations of despair and love.
I am the idea that is created when one believes in nothing and holds onto the hope of everything.
I am the destruction of formalities, and I am the condemner of womankind.
I am special in that I can see with the eyes of the wise and forgotten.
I am the average child, the crying weak creature that belongs to the victim.
I am strong;
I was born to be the strongest—the one whom holds the world on her shoulders with the love of Atlas;
Atlas, my only lover and only desire, has been shattered in the winds of modern oblivion, so I must take my lover child’s place among the stars and the idea of heavens.
He has left without a word, with a care to the mortal life of his—the concern silences itself in the wind.
My hope has left me wilting in the wilderness of the Human World to be his strong young one, and I shall play to the part as best I can—destruction of the self be damned.
I am among the belongings of a forgotten man, holding to the stars of his memory and claiming his everlasting monument as my own life’s dedication.
I am my own heart and soul, no one wrenching my heart from hardened clasping cold hands.
I am my mother’s child, crying in the gentleness of her embrace with the grace of a suffering creature.
I am nothing like my family’s people, refusing all knowledge of every likeness with a stone perfected glare.
I am a nothing and a something, built on the foundations of life—the destruction,
The creation,
The love,
The hate,
The environment,
The biological,
The heart,
The mind,
The soul,
And the every thing between.