Macabre
I am a man.
I am a mathematician.
I am a web designer.
I am an Englishman.
I am a human.
I am a cluster of cells.
I am an organism.
I am a floating spec in the infinity of existence.
I am everything I hate about the world.
I am beautiful.
I am repulsive.
I am a kindred spirit.
I am a stranger.
I am a lover.
I am everything you want to be.
I am nothing to anyone.
I am a scar on the face of the universe, indelibly and irrevocably shaping the future.
I am an unstoppable force.
I am the immovable object.
I am one, tiny piece of a jigsaw.
But the jigsaw is a part of me.
I am hated.
I am feared.
I am mocked.
I am idolised.
But who am I?
Do you know?
I was hoping you would.
Will you tell me?
I am a mathematician.
I am a web designer.
I am an Englishman.
I am a human.
I am a cluster of cells.
I am an organism.
I am a floating spec in the infinity of existence.
I am everything I hate about the world.
I am beautiful.
I am repulsive.
I am a kindred spirit.
I am a stranger.
I am a lover.
I am everything you want to be.
I am nothing to anyone.
I am a scar on the face of the universe, indelibly and irrevocably shaping the future.
I am an unstoppable force.
I am the immovable object.
I am one, tiny piece of a jigsaw.
But the jigsaw is a part of me.
I am hated.
I am feared.
I am mocked.
I am idolised.
But who am I?
Do you know?
I was hoping you would.
Will you tell me?