When I think of reflections, I almost immediately jump to the idea of the dark reflection, showing the worst parts of yourself. Even when I look in an actual mirror I more often than not hate what I see... But then I think of the moon, where I see for me a greater beauty than the blinding sun, a reflection greater than its origin. My days may be filled with pain of one form or another, I may see my reflection in glass or in others' reactions, but in night I find a kind cool embrace

So I'm not very good at explaining things in an effective way. That's why I'm trying to write stories, to share my thoughts in hopes they are understandable. Half the time I don't even understand myself in the moment, but at least I figure it out eventually(Even if I feel like I'm years behind schedule lol). What I am trying to say is I'm already awful at coherently explaining even the smallest things sometimes, so trying to write even a small biography is its own nightmare. So hopefully this works.