Human,
Hollow.
Quincy,
Shingami.
Dead,
Alive.
Depressed,
Purposeful.
Hunter,
Hunted.
Of all these things,
There is one unwavering truth.
One thing I know will not change.
But is that really me?
Who am I?
Am I a Kurosaki?
A Shiba?
I am a shinigami,
Yet a hollow,
Yet a quincy.
There is no such thing,
Yet I do exist.
Am I a figure from anime,
Or from manga,
Or am I real?
I my name really Ichigo?
That is what I think.
Yet,
Will that change?
I am a being of opposites.
But which opposite rules,
In the end?
I think,
Perhaps you are what you think you are.
That would mean,
That I am me.
Ichigo Kurosaki,
Substitute shinigami,
Vaizard,
Human,
Child of a quincy.
That is,
My fancy name.
When you strip that all away,
I am simply,
Ichigo.
A human.