Who am i? you may ask.

That question alone asks even more questions than i am willing to answer but first of all you don't know me but you know i am there.
I am the person staring out from the shadows, blinded by the light of those who live with no recognition of those below them,
I am the person that fights from the darkness. The shadows are my only refuge and it is only taken away when those who come to know
me decide that i should be out in the open, exposed to the world.

I can tell you now that to hold on i need to have my back against a wall. Not have that wall stripped away from me.

Next time you see someone peering out from the darkness, hold back your criticism. Maybe the reason they are hidden is because they
have no desire whatsoever to be near another who will, likely as not, hurt them again.

Writing is my way to avoid reality. It is another place that i can cope and seek refuge in another world,
another time, even.

Reality is simply everybody else's perfect lives, to invade upon them would cause nothing but trouble, so i made my own.