This unobtainable peace within haunts me endlessly.
How can I possibly be one withmyself if i know not who I am? 
So who am i?
	A man without a people, and no concept of blood. I wonder if this means the relashionships i grow, to consider so many around me family, are shallow, or maybe, jsut maybe, the hearts i touch, and the hearts that touch me, are more true, and meaningful than those attatches by simple blood.  My bonds are those of a soul that ive hard to guard and let weather the storms.  Forge anew and armor again.  Do i dare seek out what blood i have at risk of severign the powerful bonds of the heart?  Or do i lay in wonder, not knowing what could have been?

I am a man without a people, yet surounded by so many.  

Who was i before i became me?  Did i have a name or was i never given such identity?
Did she do it out of love or spite?

I was given an identity and rejected it. 
They call me Nick
I call myself Kaze, and i chose myself, because a man with no origin makes his own story.

And that suits me just fine.