Chaos or control Longing or loosing Heart and soul Confusing or choosing Flatness or madness Selections or rejections Tears of laughter and sadness Being pulled in multiple directions   Breathing breathing Releasing and believing That we contain multitudes All our moods and inner interludes That parts of us are finite…

here by the window I die a little quietly every sunset with a cigarette in my right hand   this is where I meet with my restless, my anxious, my lonely, my most volnurable   the soft spot my breath refuses to reach if it was not for the smoke…