Caught Between Breaths Days arrive over and over and over. I don't live in them-I barely exist. The sun rises, the sun sets. There is only: hot. cold Music plays, but it doesn't move me. I am nourished by breath, by silence, by darkness. Loneliness doesn't come. My madness keeps me company. Your memory-a daily stream. And I, floating, caught in this thick, invisible air.