First Post.

I made Kneehill (pronounced nihil, if that says anything about what I hope my identity will remain) to write some poems. I have many, lying around my sock drawer, never read. I can't contain all this emotion in a 12x9 room anymore. It's too much to bear, like the color on my walls, lavender since I was ten. That's really it, I mean, my poems are pretty much going to tell you, whoever you are, all you want to know about me, all I know about me, and all you can psychoanalyze about me (if you choose to try).