Just a poet trying to live his life; be it peaceful... Or at war. Either one would work. No one cares other wise. 

I'm sixteen, military recruit, and a man to watch anime and Homestuck. 

I live by a philosophy. A fairly simple one. 
"Anyone who can write poetry and be good at it... Has seen hell."

Sometimes I sit back and stare out to the stars... And I start thinking, maybe someone else is staring at those same stars. Perhaps an ancient Roman philosopher had looked at the same thing one day?