Traveller Of No End

Since my childhood, I was a quiet kid, of course I was not a boring person, others were just being assy because they thought I was weak. I....I....was not..... weak. I....just.... I just wanted.......to have......I....wanted to......do something, anything. But how could I? Not when shit about me was being concealed from me. Shit about something greater, something older, something wound and dangerous, something inside of me. That shit gave me power, power to accept, power above others. I made up my mind....I will uncover it-what lies within me, and I will not stop from messing others who try to stop me.