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.

Description for Play With My Hair:

At 3:41 PM, four airplanes crashed in different parts of the world.
I was on all four planes... at the same time.
This is my first time on Earth.
I know I'm not alone.
My name is Myla and this is my story.