I am not good. I am not good at this thing - we call it Life.
I wish I could stop dreaming this big. But I shall not.
I wish I could explore the souls of all who exist(ed). But I can not.
I wish I could make you out of clay and feathers. But I will not.
For I am a dreamer of impossibilities. and I am merely one natural girl. For you are one of my improbabilities, and there you are - my untainted pearl; my gift from an invaded world.