I don't want to give this a name
But if anyone asks
We are dancing with fate
If anyone cares enough
We are interacting with faith
And if they want to get personal
Give them a million reasons
But let them guess the truth
I want us to be as pointless for them
As a chocolate teapot
I don't want to give this a name yet
But when we do
No one needs to be told
Every question
Every intention
Every thought
Is you
There's the entire universe
But for me there's only you

Tonight I'm lost
Somewhere in my memories
His face flashes by
Fabricated by nostalgia
And romanticised by my heart
I see coffee meeting cigarette
I feel a different kind of happiness
I see a beautiful creature
With a bright life force
And everything to offer the world
All pure promises
It's not in everyone's capacity
To understand such a complex being
But he's a man not an angel
Could one complain of the thorns
And still enjoy the rose?
The world is all but an accident

It's a sticky, humid August afternoon
And I am like a rag doll thrown over furniture
Over half of the year has gone by already
And I worry
I wanted to make something of myself this year
There's still time I think
Definitely still some time
I need to do something
But if I'm happy in my dreams
Does that still count?
If I lost someone but found myself
Does that mean I still won?
If I learnt how to hide the memories
Could I erase the history that produced them?
I played a dangerous game
When I turned off the alarm clock after it rang this morning
And rested my eyes
There's still time I think
If I wasn't afraid
What would I do?
The year is not over yet

It disturbs the peace of my heart
And the sanity of my mind
So I pray as much as I ache
The night is long
And the Lord is generous
Let me not destroy and betray myself for nothing
I like to obsess intensely
Mercilessly
There's no room to bend
And I don't care for logic
Sometimes my fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself
So I tell myself no heart could ever regret going in search of its dreams
I imagine how strangers can turn into family
And family can turn into strangers
That there will be months that ask questions
And months which will answer
And the hardest moments
Will be unlearning all I've ever known
I too am a daughter of the dust
How could I be more loving towards you
How could I be more kind?
You deserve to live for yourself
And sleep peacefully at night

The greedy dig their own grave with their teeth
Torso and cheek into the mud
Until there's nothing more than blood
And alabaster bone fragments
They don't want anything that can be given or taken
It has to be found
The greedy seek to lay claim
In public
And own in private
The greedy aren't needy
They want
And that's all that matters