control or lack thereof

 Our sense of security is only as strong as our gauge of the control we have over the things around us;

ever-wavering. Forever rippling in and out of itself in an attempt to find some balance. The scale is rapidly tipping back and forth, and we yearn for nothing more than to even out this weight. We've lost control of the things that are now beyond our grasp, so we stress and scrutinize over the things we think we can touch, though those things are just as fleeting as a watercolor painting submerged in rain. As fleeting as the last drop of sunlight as the sun dives below the horizon. As fleeting as the smoke you exhale from the final drag of your last cigarette.