It's the feeling you get when your eyes happen to make their way up to the stars and their beauty holds you there for seconds that seem to be hours. It's when you extinguish the fire and watch its soul of smoke rise from the ashes, eerily more captivating than the flames themselves. It's when you feel so much pain you forget to exhale, and the breath you take after it's over feels like your first in years. I don't get to see you too often. But when I do, you are the stars. You are the smoke. You are my breath.