A planetary dispute.

The home to thousands of,lets be practical; millions of women.Venus.The illusionist, the dreamer.The romantique.Named after the Roman Goddess of Love and beauty.And seen sitting closest to the moon.A pretty, painted picture.And just for the record, I am ruled by it.Quite annoyingly.

Illusional.And sometimes sadly so.It's tiring to be surrounded by people, things and situations that don't exist and never will.It makes you want to sort of see a shrink y'know.Full of cliche ideas about life.Love.Romanticising things.Hating it.So...this is for you, my dear Goddess.Spare me...do.

And you know very well why I say this.And don't you make fun of me.'Cause I know you are.And yes this a sort of a prayer and so you should and will accept it.You better.