Love

I had a dream of a boy. He was from Earth. I am not. He gave me an iPod. I woke up holding an iPod. I fell in love. We had more dreams. I would like to believe in this. But I am out of time, and they are after my life. Where do you start to protect someone you love, when you can barely protect yourself? Play With My Hair is LOVE, LOSS, PAIN & DESIRE. This is LOVE.