The world can be molded from crazy fate
And its true that love can stem from hate
I know it because I have witnessed
A life turned round by a drunken kiss

I don't remember flowers or charms
Just slipping out of consciousness in your arms

Spicy hallways, an empty pot
Dirty sheets and a cluttered floor
Flopping over your shoulders, slow dark dances
and purple puddles outside your door
2010