I thought about making a beautifully sculpted bio that reflects the whole of my true being, but who reads bios on anonymous pen named authors anyway?
I am mostly a ghost. I am Nobody. I am a leaf in the wind. A shadow on the ground. A memory that has been forgotten. I am empty space far away. Dust in the dark.
Ask of me anything and I will yield you an illusion of it, woven from nothing; composed of only sentiments.
I type these words so that you may think my thoughts.