"Who are you?"

Sooo I was told I had to answer this question... Thing is, I'm not so sure about who I am. First of all because I don't know what my name is. I do know what music I like, that I'm strange and that I don't really care about anything. And I think wayyy too much. Okay, I guess that's because I do care.
... I'm happy just because, I found out I am really no one. (Bright Eyes)

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.

For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?