on your blanket spread,

two young lovers hand in hand,

eyes fixed upon constellations formed beautifully,

'just like us' he says,

grazing the star I responds,

'what is' anticipation dripping from my lips,

'just like the stars, they are made for human to admire and love them, but eventually the love won't stop them from dying,' he grips my hand,

'our love is just like that, a chaos, a catastrophe,'

i replies,

'if our love is indeed a chaos, I want it to be beautiful. a beautiful chaos is all I need it to be for.'