We spend our days
hanging on to old moments
deep within the heart,
treading carefully
through bookstores and bars,
storing memories
between dusty pages
as we sip on sorrow,
burying our lament
in the fiery burn

We spend our nights
barely breathing,
listening to sad songs,
caught up in
the dark turbulence
of moontides and madness,
drawing dreams
within the smoke and ghosts,
looking for purpose
to calm the chaos inside

Breath of Words© 1/13/17

photo: Ellen von Unwerth