August 2nd, 2005
The Cigarette Affairs
I light my cigarette with comfort...gently tucked between my lips. I light my match and covered the fire with the palm of my hand as i deeply breathed in the smoke that feeds me...i hold the flame in my fingers till it slowly died out...letting it go and watched it drop and shatter against the rocks into small charcoal pieces. Still as before i stand amazed everytime smoke escapes from my gritted teeth...drifting away in space. 
Maybe its a constant reminder for me that im still alive.