AVEIRA L. PORT
a stranded haiku, a feeble star, a serendipity in reversal: and more things aveira is really, really not. with her cold hands, angel eyes and gourmet coffee stains, she is only yet learning how to love. look past her forlorn series of prose, mercurial nature and emotional baggage, and perhaps, she'll at last find home in your heart. 
LITERATE/THIRD PERSON.