The bright electric lights blind leaving her disoriented. Amid neon lights her heart pounds and she takes a drag on her menthol cigarette. There's something about the way she inhales the hazy blue smoke. The barely audible crackling of the tobacco burning. Maybe its the way her lips form an 'O'. Maybe its the way it glows deep red in the velvet night.

Fumbling through life, groping for balance as we threaten to fall into the depths of insanity. Patched up a thousand times, falling into pieces, we still have to face it all. We're sleeping with broken dreams and ambitions, struggling to figure out how this really works.

breathe // dream

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