I'm a ghost, the dead, those who can not tell their own tale, I am... a writer.
The stories I write are those of people who are over-looked, who have no records, and don't exist.
They are not characters but those people who can't tell the world their tale.
I live cloaked by that and hidden from sight, a pavement artist, never noticed, the stories are my escape.
Who am I?
It depends on the day, it depends on the time, it depends on the person who is whispering in my ear.
I am the ones to weak, unheard, the stories untold, and the mystery of life.
I exist but I don't and all that matters to me is that I do what I was brought into this world to do.
I am the writer and that is all.
Please tell me, can you see me?
Or am I not there?
Another face in the world?
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Current Residence: USA Ministry of Magic
deviantWEAR sizing preference: small-medium
Favourite genre of music: Anythig besides American Rap
Favourite photographer: My cousin MK
Favourite style of art: Manga
MP3 player of choice: sandisk shuffle
Shell of choice: Clothes
Wallpaper of choice: Whatever fits my mood
Skin of choice: The one on my body.
Favourite cartoon character: Princess Luna
Personal Quote: "Love is not what changes it, we change so the one we love won't have to."