I am the writer, the creator; I give meaning to the meaningless, I am the living and the growing, loving void that upsets your chest so you choose to scratch it, there, blood pours and finds its home in your cold hands, it tells you to remember that you are just human and you can feel, you can think, but that is not your body. Your appearance is not you. You are made of this flesh and this blood you now try desperately to not let touch the newly-polished floor. The floor is your life and you are afraid of getting it dirty. You are scared that it will never be the same. You forget that floors are where you put your feet, where you fall and get back up from; you forget that if nothing got dirty, then you would never enjoy "cleanliness". You wake up. Hello. My name is Jared, and I assume the alternate-online-identity, Krosan. I am a real person. I eat, sleep, breathe, and write everyday. My girlfriend, Meygan, is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I am happy to be apart of this wonderful little forum that sits quaintly in the center of the sound-devoid space between all the distant stars and their dead lights that shine down upon us, crying for our misery and reveling in our times of joy.