I have many names in many stories, have lived for thousands of years and yet only for a few months. I have blonde, brown, black, green, blue and red hair and my eyes are wearing the universe in itself. My skin is black, white, blue and red and I am female and male at the same time.
Sometimes I am the victim, sometimes the perpetrator or the dumb wrapper, once a magician, then a secret agent, and now and then a small child on Daddy's arms. Sometimes I travel through the world and through galaxy systems, in another time I sit for hours in an old library smelling of old books and dust. Perhaps I am jealous, aggressive, courageous, provocative, ignorant and evil, but I can be naive, determined, anxious, decent, or helpful the next moment.
I will be a lover, caught up in passion and resisting sex or a lonely lamb, wrapped in a rug and devouring books.
I will be you, I will be him, her, it, us and her. But I will always remain me.
I can be in my stories who I want and how I want.
Because my stories are my dreams and my dreams are my stories. 
~Juli~