Who am I?
I am a writer. I am a friend to all, and yet, a friend of no one. I am an outcast, writing as a lone voice, a lone wolf, crying for a light in the darkness of the soul in the night.
Where am I?
I am a wanderer. I wander in this world that I do not want to call home. I try to find a place to call "home" as I walk in the labyrinth of time and space.
What am I?
I am a writer, alone in this world of words.
Why am I?
I am the way I am because of my circumstances, the people I've met, and the world I am trapped on.