I Am Not a Nihilist, But I'M Getting There

I am from solemn, vagrant, forgotten; from paper and cloth. I am from the Wheatland. A derelict gerdner, no longer tending the bud. I am from Nietzsche and Jaspers, from Mother and Father and Daughter. From nonsensical and ecoteric voice and curiostiy; The questions unanswered. I am from no where, wheat and rye. From the past; the scent and the soft hum dissapating into the never ending ether. I am from no where.