(006)

I think I may have inhaled you at some point in the past, but somewhere between the endless rumble of the cars pushing the street deeper and deeper into the earth and the sighing of the sky as it holds its breath and exhales, changing colours as his lungs change shape with the day, I must have breathed in another, or maybe more. Sometimes it feels as if I have breathed in the entire world, in one breath or many, I try to hold them all in my chest as if keeping them there could keep us from harm.