Skeleton with a cigarette. We talk with no regret. My heart beats fast in a fishbowl. Yours evident from bone to bone. You bring joy from unexpected places. From texts to peculiar faces. I took a smoke to make some time. To wonder whether your question was benign. I go through the same eb and flows. The question of, am I in love? Or is it just the smoke?

There's been someone who's unexpectedly been making me feel all sorts of uncomfortable, but not the the kind where I want to run away—the kind where I want to show all my love and affection.