taste, fantasy

You could be the favourite taste to touch my tongue.

Who am I? I wouldn’t know if you asked me.

Or maybe…

I am a Moonchild dancing with the shadows.

I am a monster crying in a forest.

I am a fairy hiding behind the trees.

I am a ghost setting free.

I am a raven becoming a fume.

please save me

please rescue me

Lately, I’ve been thinking about my life. Where do I go?

Is there an answer that tells me why I live and die?

I’ve been asking lately, but there are no answers.

Am I alive?

Is there Life before Death?

You could be my favourite faded fantasy.