What about ... I?

I was born from a Thought and The Insanity, I grew between Doubts and I died on the Truth.
I do not know who I really am, but I do know part of my story

My parents were a Thought and  The Insanity, Doubts are my sisters and No one became my stepfather.
When a thought knew about me, he ran away ...
No one loved me when a thought left me, No one raised me, No one took care me, but I did not love No one, I loved The Insanity more than No one
sorry, that's too much for now
No one met  The Insanity shortly after. No one loved  The Insanity with fervor. afterwards No one took care of me because  The Insanity could not alone.
I grew between Doubts, my sisters. They were good, maybe a little annoying, but wich sisters aren't annoying?, well, through Doubts I met the truth, Truth is beautiful when you know her...
I was the lover of Truth, although her was dressed quite rare and almost No one recognizes her ...
since I met Truth I didn't need much more, but Oblivion played me a trap and now the Remember is far from me ...
The last thing I heard is that I died in the arms of Truth ...

Hi!

Well, Now I'm gonna introduce myself
In my lifetime almost never i have been called by my name... so, ¿for what start now?

Let's start with "Sinn" (wich doesn't mean nothing in none language, but for me yes), that's how you will know me, And I won't know you

To be honest I don't expect you to know me, or get close to who really i am, but I don't know how much you can infer from what I'll write

I ...I dont know myself.. so descriptions of me I wont give ...


I dont know who i am, but i'm on a crusade to find my being, being who i am....
My World it's funny and curious,some times, and definitly very different to yours, Even, don't think that colours in my world are like in yours.
I invent my world, my colours, my emotions, you cant understand me, neither nothing what's mine, and i can't understand you.. but, let's try..
For example: my green it tastes like a sour red in your ears



In other hand, do you think you're sane?
I chose heal me, most of us are sick
Symptom is the sanity, sickness, the reason
Madness, the cure

I don´t expect you have read even the half, but i don't blame you, I am who is bored here