I

I, singular and alone. I stand for myself. I, small in the eyes of the world. I sit alone, my reflection staring back at me with a frown, wondering, pondering at the world. Oh so big and beautiful, so magnificent and majestic but even the most beautiful and greatest thing ever created will always have its flaws, especially me. A mere human being with nothing. Always making mistakes, always fumbling and tumbling. I, can never be too proud. One good deed is never enough and one sin never too little. I have this feeling in me since the day I learned what this world can be. This is me, this is I.

Isaac