i am of those, who deeply regret of their upbringings.
i never mention it, and when they initially ask, just lie.
they say, i am amazingly good at it. lying the roots.
i disguise the place where i was born and raised.
i wish i never were and i wish i could ever change it.
but i can not. no matter what power i now own, nope.
they say, blood is thicker than water. however,
i never considered something that is called material
to define who we are, because the family is blood.
and that we can choose, stabilize and carve into stone.
taking years to finding my carrass, to build the core.
something more, than clan. something deeper than oath.
someone used to say that to fly on you have to burn the wings.
but still, sometimes i see the scariest dreams when i still have them.
and i hate it. it rages me so much, i just want it all to hell disappear.
i hate my beginning point.
but i am confident of who i became. of those, who stand near.
i am aware that my own castle is never to go down through years.
hundred years, thousand years, eternity.
that should be enough.
but i wish i could just erase. erase all that, all those who saddened me.
once and forever. completing my ultimate and beautiful revenge to the end.
but i am still young.
maybe once i could, who knows.