We are in the same car, yet hundreds of miles away, as if I never took the journey at all. The smoke in my mind is building, altering what beautiful thoughts used to unravel as if another universe was living with in me. Now I pass an empty stare past your silhouette straight out the passenger side window. Drowning in silence as I can’t find the words to tell you, and understanding you might not care. And I can feel my lungs burning because I want to tell you these thoughts I have at 3 in the morning and the thoughts I have in the middle of the day and how they are all wrong. But I can’t, so I will slowly smolder till I’m gone.