A love letter to fantasy

Please be my guide,

you strange world with shooting stars,

see the passion before my eyes,

and in death do us part —

for in your scars there is beauty,

and in your smile i am free,

do not run into denial,

and endless circle of fantasy,

for in the calm there are lessons,

that even in the storm we should see —

but our poor souls have been tainted,

running bare-footed from destiny.