I am no beauty. But I hold men in rapture, garner women's confidence, and intrigue the likes of children. I have long hair and wavy tendrils that cascade to my waist. I have a tight body and the moon-face of a child. Small hands and large lips. You often think that you are the only other person in the world to me. And I make you laugh. But I can make you cry. And unwittingly too, I sometimes shred your heart. I respect sobriety but she is not often my best friend. I never stop thinking. I have a voracious appetite for food, books and sex. I am sometimes superstitious. I love beautiful things. Things that appeal to my senses. I do not know what it means to be faithful. I have cunning. But I have a heart of gold. I often dance in the rain and make you do it too. I do not like liars, though I understand cheats. Destiny possesses me more than I realise. Though I sometimes like to believe I wield her in my hands. I am Nietzche's chaotic dancing star. As I blossom, my flame grows from quiet to a roaring blaze. And you wish to burn with me.