who.am.i??

"Who are you?" you might ask, im not entirely sure anymore. Within my lifetime i have made many mistakes and errors, one could argue that making mistakes makes me human but I highly doubt that. Now i dwell within a hidden lair to , a lair no one could think of, a lair no one search for, a lair only accessable for those who feel like shells--echoes in the wind, vessels without a soul to give them purpose. Dramatic, right? As right as you may be, i constantly feel my mind drifting away from this cruel reality, in an eternal daydream that expands with every attempt at stopping it; my mind craves a life different from my own.

"Enough with the dramatic backstory!" you might say, I get it, ill talk about my personal interest now :P.