you don't know anything about me. My face is hidden because of a screen and I'm not willing to give you all that advantage. For every piece you know about me, is every piece you have of me. I might not want that to happen just yet. But in time, yes. In time, you'll know my true me. And by then hopefully names won't be so important.

-anon
  • *currently summoning satan
  • JoinedNovember 16, 2015


Story by Necromancer
The 63rd Hour by GraphiteBuildings
The 63rd Hour
A collection of poems and anecdotes. Often changes title. Used to be: Excursions; Wanderings