I am nothing, yet I am everything. I am a walking contradiction. I am full of opposition. I swing from mood to mood and drift like like death through my pale monochrome world, where one rules over all and memories fade into eachother. I am allways one step behind, maybe because I'm living a lie. I'm constantly one step behind the one I strive to be. How can I tell you who I am when I can't even tell me?
