I have spent my hole life dreaming of a life better
than this one. But with every dream comes a different
world, a different universe,a different dimension. It's
a place not of peace but of adventure. You are
always running from something you are raised to know to run from.
And I call this heaven because you
never get attached to people or things,
so almost no heart break, and you
never have to run away from home
because you're always running.

This is, until I woke up from this dream and
met you. You are the only person that I've
ever told about this reality of mine, and not
only did you not judge me but you helped me
name it. We called it "bez nazwy" because it
means "without name" in polish, and you said
that this place was too good for a name.

But I've never told you that you made that dimension
turn into but a dream, nothing but a memory because
when I am with you why try to be in a different life
where I must run from you and run from us? why
should I dream of a dimension where our love is
forbidden? You, sir, you have made me love a different
dimension called love called you called tomorrow called
not bez nazwy. you are my get away, you are my other
dimension.