To start off, my name isn't really Noël Peterson. That's my writer name. But if what I feel has to go, has to go. Like my name. Or my age. Maybe I'm a young girl living in a small New York apartment 5 minutes walking distance away from Central Park. Or maybe I'm an old lady living in an elegant mansion in the outskirts of London, England. That's up to you to decide: my identity. But yes, you might ask, why won't I tell you my age or my name? It's as simple as 1,2,3. A,b,c. It's up to you to decide who I am or what I look like. I'm letting your mind free; your soul uncaged. Letting your imagination float on the wings of an untethered butterfly. Too many metaphors? Never. Basically what I'm trying to say is: what you think I look like, think it. What you imagine my name to be, imagine it. Go for it. Here's your perfect opportunity to use your imagination created by yours truly. You're very welcome.