Hello,

My name is... not so important as to who I am.
Who am I? A question that starts simple until it takes ahold of ones imagination. However the answer never forms there... it just knocks on  my door at night the dashes into the trees to hide. Eventually I questioned if there was even an answer.

So my name is Poe... I would pronounce it p-O. This is who i am... There are no words that can explain who I am, and the letters disgrace the sound they designate, but for Poe to exist as my name, I am that which I know.

A pestering uncertainty that I could be a false thought... That I could only be one star fizzling out among the endless number... I share the very space between air and breath... Never reconcile my existence.

Sincerely
*Poe