You are a word made not of letters but of braille. Though I'm not blind, I can not see you. But as I feel you, I read you. Slowly, you become a thought. A beautiful thought. You linger on my mind and become a memory. But nothing more. You stay hidden at the back of my head. Because you are a word that should not be uttered.

add your profile here or if you want, talk about squirrels having coitus because that would surely interest everyone. you have about three lines or so to captivate your audience with comprehensive descriptions about yourself (adjust the height of #bottombar if you want)