Fika

The only infinity is death, and the only eternity is mortality

We could spend a night together and accomplish nothing

My dear sometimes nothing is it's own sweet something

Drawing gods with our tears
As demons drown in our coffee

Feeling hopelessly hopeful
As we sink into this our own eternity

Flesh rots, and skin dies
But souls and spirits live on
Loneliness of the body is brief
But hearts embrace each other in spite of the space between

We can sit in silence
Or shout as we dance

We can create a symphony

Or with colors take a chance

Speaking words no one has ever spoken
Laughing as we admit that these shapeless hearts of ours are broken

Knowing that no matter what it's all a dream

That this fable of ours is simply steam

Writing odes to madness and sonnets to insanity

Breathing comfortably in this haze

Smiling with pride at our obscurity