A world is something for us all to make. A dream is something for us all to hold. A life is something for us all to live. I am a master of illusion, a dealer of tricks, and a turner of cards. I am a story and a thought. A mask and a puzzle. A little bit of you, a little bit of me. There are things to be in this world. I am not one of them. But I choose to live. My scars are how I know I am alive. My pain is how I know I can feel. My dreams are how I know I can sleep…and one day I will never wake up again. Care to dance this dance of the damned? Until our legs fall from under us and our arms fall to our sides in contempt? If only to know what it’s like to truly hear the music…