"I dream of being an artist, an artist of expression. My heart never knew the common language of words. I don’t find freedom in conversation, like most do. I find freedom in my mind, as I paint you the picture of my soul, as I sing you the song of my heart, as I dance to the rythm of my spirit, as I write the words of my silence. And I must experience all dimensions of illusion and art, thought and feeling in order to learn…i was never one to memorize and move on. I dream vividly, and I savor openly the anticipation of being able, one day, to become a voice to people like me. People who never made use of words or fisting in the air to make known our ache. I live in art, and I live in love, I live in madness but I live in peace. And I accept you, I do. I play with your hair and I sing you to sleep in my dreams. Oh you poisonous snake, the inspiration to all my best wishes."