My name is Yara. 
I am bleu.
My heart is gold, but my hands are cold, and my head is made of stone.
I live inside my mind, and I never leave my imagination. I struggle with my emptiness. I believe that I was born to be alone, and I am designed to be beautiful, charming, and cold. 
I like books, music, nature, and classic things. 
I am not looking for friends, but I am seeking ideas and objectives.
I belong to me and only me.
I am fascinated with words. To me, words are things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.