Your eyes are like night itself, like cold unfamiliar winds rushing trough entagled forests. You have distant stars in your gaze. You seem otherworldly and as wise, honest and elegant as nature itself. You are an all or nothing creature, sacrifice polished your entire being, it painfully cut bits out of you until all that was left was a distant, truthful, blade sharp gaze. Life is flowing and piercing trough your fragile chest, your ribs are echoing and raging to express the art that's gathering inside you. Your entire being wants to sing and shout: I am incredibly happy to be alive, my soul is as young as it can be, so many feelings are blossoming inside me, I am above all the misery of this world, I am beautiful and unstoppable.