Yeah, I Smoke

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And I smoke... not to look cool but to hold on to a fragment of sanity. Each exhale carries away thought a burden lifted with the drifting smoke.
For a few fleeting minutes I taste the peace of a lifetime.

I hold the cigarette gently and if it were her fingers in mine afraid to press too hard, afraid to cause it pain. 

The Ashes fall like forgotten days, reminding me of freedom before dreams grew heavy, before responsibility bound me, before I was tied to the weight of other humans. 

Yet in the small fire, I still find warmth. A fragile glow of hope, a quite promise of peace. So, I smoke not to look cool but to hold to a fragment of sanity.

I smoke... but to inhale what it felt like being loved and to exhale the loneliness and thoughts of him thinking this would heal me somewhere inside but knowing the smoke would destroy my lungs and the her memories would destroy my whole, so yeah I smoke not to look cool but to escape from reality.

“Have you ever sat alone on an empty ground in evening, watching the sky fade while smoking a Cigarette and wondering what is the purpose of your life really is ?„

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