I, once wished to be
A bit more organized.
It wouldn't be bad to have
All the receipts of the prices
That I had to pay for being
Me... Human.
Now, I know, the receipts
Were perfectly arranged
Already, in my scars.

You held me tight
In your arms... I did the same too.
And...
Well, I went blank.
I didn't feel even a bit.
I became thoughtless.
Just nil.
And the thing is,
I never wanted it to end.
Cause there was too much
Inside me that I didn't know
How to express... I went blank.
Cause there were too many
Feelings that I didn't know
How to feel... I went numb.
Cause there were too many
Thoughts that I didn't know
How to think... I went thoughtless.

The cage of five year's planning,
Isn't really around me, now.
I'm glad. Grateful. Myself.
I dip my pen into the ink of night.
I write on porcelain pages.
I write an epic of warmth.
The warmth of your face,
Close to my nape...
Your right hand, tangled
With my left...
And your fingers, ticklish,
On my palm's
Not so smooth surface....