Why such an odd name? I know. I can’t explain what i feel, but as soon as my fingers hit the keyboard, I am an open door of a continuous and infinite flux of emotions,reflexes, habits, and impulses. Some times I look at myself in the mirror, I mean REALLY look, I find me. Staring back at me. I wonder how many years I’ve been on this earth, and have I remembered them enough? I back away from the mirror, look around, and wonder how long I’ve been there.

Woah.