Life is but hustle and bustle sometimes so in the in betweens I find distraction a shooting star, a deep inhale walk for ten miles and then exhale The dazzling light of the city attracts me like a moth east or west, poetry is a sunset, art the subtle contrast against the dark triggers my mind, it picks me up We like what we like, no matter how odd these “meaningless” bits of life, our routines hold our pieces together ’til a new sunrise arrives.