it's 2am and across the street a dog is barking. i'm staring so hard into my keyboard that it begins to blur. i am thinking. the room is empty. and near pitch black but there is light peeking through the blinds. i am almost as still as the objects here except my cigarette stained lungs keep moving. sometimes i forget to breathe. sometimes is usually. don't forget to breathe, my daddy once told me.

*i wish i would stop forever.