We shall start with this: a short fact.

I'm not who you think I am.

And in no way will you ever, EVER know.

Name: Call me Kitsune, everyone else does, so we'll keep it that way, not to lose ourselves again.

Age: Not something I care to track, only person who does has long forgotten.

I write, I draw, and I drink my tea, all which keep me sane. For who I was has died and been replaced with a meager doll.

The only person I truly have left is leaving slowly, not one to betray any but herself, and the only one who understands the panic and confusion and the misery is not only dieing, but is at the same time destroying me, I believe this is the last place where I can't be touched by them, and at the moment, the truth reveals itself, I need them, but I also need this. The only solace this doll has ever had, even before I died.

I'll start with my poetry, than add my stories. For those who would like art to follow, I shall post my deviantart later. But please, do not mention this page to the people who's deviantart page I will place along with my own, for than the may find me, and the solace shall be gone