NAN
You write about heartbreak, then comedy.
Opening up, only to close yourself in fear.
You write about happiness, then about losing and longing.
As you lie and try to convince yourself, erasing your desire.
ADP
In those early morning hours, I create my own galaxy.
A place free of fear, free of losing, free of loving.
For every moment of longing becomes a star,
tainting my perfect cosmos with memories.
NAN
You create imaginations, mechanisms of coping.
You build your walls high, they make me want to climb it.
You build your galaxy, full of gloom and curiosity,
a mysterious code I want to decipher.
ADP
Two kids lay in the stars, dreaming.
As if dreams could erase hunger.
Two adults lay in the stars, loving.
As if love could stop time.
Two souls become one,
Until two becomes one . . forever alone.
All that is left is broken, ugly and spiteful what is there to decipher ?
NAN
I want to see . . .
Each window past, present and now.
I want to see. . .
The happiness that oozes from your lips.
I want to see. . .
The dark and unrelenting sea of your depression.
I want to smell. . .
perfumes, coffee on your breath, and your 1 am scent.
I want to feel. . .
the pain in your heart and the pulse of its song.
I want you.
- NAN & A Dead Poet โ
Very thankful to have worked on this very nice piece with an amazing writer. Thank you!