It was 2am. she stood at the window, with a cigarette between her lips, puffing, in Life’s face. Puff-puff Listen you, she said 'I am not quitting yet' With the first puff - there was a light-headed freedom, and a certain tingling in her nerves The second puff - the world moved in a motionless animation, the leaves swayed minus the breeze Third puff - the sky exploded above her head, the tall buiding far away, threatened to walk her way. Puff-puff, 'I am not quitting yet' There was darkness, with the fourth puff, smoke in her lungs, nostrils and clouds in her head, her ears rang, with magnifying sounds. Silence. It was ten past two, she hung on the window, her hair in the wind, hands dangled lit by the streetlights. The in-between of life and death.
That, which has a beginning has an end. That, which is limitless and infinite is without a beginning and without an end.