Thank you.

We have no choice
but to carry on with our vain strivings
praying for a current of wisdom and compassion
lest the undertow of selfishness and empty theory snatch us up.


When our salty tears taste almost sweet
then, we will know that we are ready.
and perhaps we will never be strong enough to lift up the whole world,
but one day, we will certainly be strong enough to lift up a child.
Just so lucky to be a witness.


We'll be gone so soon but we won't be able to stop
stop praising, stop loving, stop thanking
One by one our organs will give
They'll whisper "Thank you"
Tomorrow or twenty years later.
And when the dust that was once you and I whips through the trees
It will scream graditude, making the wind.
Every heartbeat gasps "I love you"
and even when we're nothing
we were once alive
and that's amazing.

And the story ends with me crying
And you were crying too
When we realized we pieces out of the same puzzle.
Broken apart,
We can never be put back together.


We are the dust we so carefully watch floating through the kitchen.