I’m sorry for being caught up
in the endless search for numbness.
I have forgotten that it was you, above all,
that let the holy breath enter my soul.
I hope you remember the times,
where balloons seemed to magically expand,
as I whispered onto you,
The smoke now drowns out the pain and suffering,
But I know that one day, you will also turn
your back on me and rob me of my youthful essence.
Forgive me, for I have forgotten how to breathe
and instead learned to inhale.
I know that you don’t like it very much.