I realize I am not very exciting. I wish I was spontaneous and wild, but somehow I never got that quality in the grand scheme of things. I wish I had blonde hair and blue eyes and a better body, but I was not blessed with them either. The only thing that saves me is the music. Music is my soul. I do believe in a soul, otherwise there would be no other reason to live--except to exist. I am not an existentialist--I am a dreamer. I live with the dreamers of the past, present, and future, in this dreamer's world, where LIFE HAPPENS, and WE CLING TO EACH OTHER, AS IF THERE WILL NEVER BE A TOMORROW--ALONE TOGETHER. Yet no one can be me, and no one else can see the things I see...or hear the music in my head....or feel pain tearing me apart.