Prologue
- Dear Stranger!
I saw you walk through storm’s shining bright and I couldn’t help but think,
‘damn, this is bad’!
Maybe it was the way you took your steps, loud then collected all at once, but the hurricanes in my soul sensed the trouble and refused to sleep since then.
And now maybe I hate you, or maybe I envy the suns in your eyes that killed my cloudy downs.
I tasted lots of poisen inside of sugarcoated rainbows, and I wanted nothing but stop that senseless dance of yours in my daydreams. But I promise, when you no longer became the first star in my dusky skies, I started searching for your light inside of the ash of burned cigarettes, but you were no longer there either. And when my demons started to cry, I couldn’t help but hate their tears.
I need to find you now, where did you go?
I emptied bottles just to notice they were never full. I ripped pages but all I read were shallow words.
Did you steal the metaphors just to build paper boats?
Was the missing alcohol you sailed through?
Do I need to burn cities so I can see you again?
How silly of me.
I know where you are.
I just need to sleep to reach you.
But how?
I don’t have a spaceship for this journey. And you took the maps because I threw you away. But hey, I’m still on my way running like a fool.
I will cross wonderland with my eyes closed as long as I don’t need to fly through neverland. I don’t even need any sword to fight the dragons, they will be my friends.
It’s my imagination.
And when I finally find you sitting on the throne of fallen stars, you repeat the words I never said.
Baby it’s a modern fairytale, no happy endings.
Now I need to borrow the stolen metaphors so the tears of my demons won’t drown me.
