You climbed in my head through my ears, tearing my eardrums to pieces so all I could hear was your voice. You scrambled through my nose and fucked up my senses, so all I can smell is your aftershave and the soft scent of your breath on my skin. My eyes are clouded with the vision of your face and you settled inside my brain to occupy my every thought, and to manipulate my dreams. I take comfort in watching dust mites glide through the air, like bubbles blown by a child in the summer. I wish I was as graceful falling as they are.