About

Things are never what they seem.
Are we really here? Or just a dream of a dream?
Fate is a busy girl, sometimes you must give her a hand.
Improbable, not impossible.
Can you see through the gauze and the haze to see, this is me?
Who are you?
If I fell, would you be willing to catch me?
What would you do if I told you?
Sometimes things are crazy, but isn't that life?