Start.

 Deep breath in. holding in my gut. gathering it. all.
Nothing last like you. Your magic.al. moments. Words on printed paper. 
fabric running through my fingers. touching my soul.
Sending flutters through my heart. 

In a moment. My world is lost into bliss. Gone to neverland. 
Wandering dreams. Creation in a box. And the silence sinks in.

Cold air brings alternative endings. Different colors for the streets at night. 
Bright lights shine with the stars. My breath is the smoke from my lungs.
The sound from my mind. soul. heart.

It isn’t peace. But it is a start.