Section of Dead Times and Poets

a sunken message in a wine bottle

I have traversed the immensity of the oceans.
I have survived more than one storm and tempest.
 I have settled on shoals.
I am a letter of anti-romanticism.
To all those who find me and read me as a love letter:

Nothing in life is worth as much as you.
The potential you wield, the power you have in your hands, the creativity in your head, the love in your heart.
Use them all.
Only for yourself.
Be selfish.
Life is not worth anything else.
Create your own world, to which only you have the key. Choose colours unknown to anyone. Speak your own language.
Let them think you are a child.
Does it matter if you are happy in the end?
Write books, maybe you think it's silly. Your every word will be a signpost in the future to build your world.
Let your thoughts be like a permanent tattoo on your body - only for you.
Into thy ears let tunes that only thou canst understand.
Let your eyes see images close only to your heart.

Your parents will not tell you this, nor will they teach you it at school.
And this is the only salvation for your romantic soul.
PS. No love is worth more than your soul.