And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone
I was feeling sensations in no dictionary he was less than a breath of shimmer and smoke the life in his fingers unwound my existence dead to the world alive I awoke Patti Smith "Dead to the world"
Such beauty that for a minute death and ambition, even love, doesn't enter into this. Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it. Raymond Carver "Happiness"