but I'm thinking about it. touching it on the inside. looking through my mind pages. flipping that book wide open to the elements of chaos. a book that beats with the thump of adrenaline. i'm writing so fast my ink has spilled. filling the in-between space. with words unknown unheard but seen through a glass of to-be moments. or not to be.... that is the mind-fuck of this moment. when do we transition? my sanity (be)came in when you did.

i choked on the scent of you. all senses high alert. lock down beat down up town new year's eve and a glass of dead thyme. dead air that licks flames across my spine. eyes say everything... a memory now.

and a cigarette.