I am the only me that will ever exist.

I will always know that.

A combination of two different people,

A compilation of my upbringing, education, and experiences,

A story I write slavishly with a drying pen everyday and live at the same time,

I am unique.

My life,

My existence,

My being cannot be paralleled.

I am a king,

A writer,

A dreamer,

A man of many talents,

A boy becoming a man with simultaneous and conflicting apprehensions and anticipation.

No matter where my life takes me,

Whether living in destituition on a city street or comfortably in a palatial chateau,

I will be satisfied it was lived flawlessly,

Because it was mine and mine alone.