Illness in breath

Dear atmosphere, As breath around me got diminished, the feminine urge of mine answered my most recurring question, is it okay to live with different molecules getting inhaled?.. The brain bathing with dopamine, left without premonition of repeating the same elevated moods........ She's alone in the dark, but eyes reflecting red, her blues are getting sedated sitting back seat, to bounce harder after levels go down, it's like read poem of Shelley and exchanged breath and heat. When that face drowned and shivering, when the surrounding warmth decreased, I bought this warm dead leaves for deceasing lips after the bruises left in gusting. Air is polluted, it's cause it comes out of those men, who are pushing the immaculate molecules into their vocal cords, exhaling the words that are going to slit the carotid and the vein, pulsating below the kisses received in good moods. Shabby hairs and lost grace, dead mucosa filled with tar, making every cell to increase the melanin. Now, I'm in war To sleep in smoke, where I wrote my dream, now a grief.