Tuesday, May 29, 2012

hands down


I take a slow, deep drag from my cigarette. As I exhale, the smoke is thick and restlessly flees its captivity. I watch it's graceful nature, and glimpse back down to the single sheet barely draped over my leg. The sun is peeking through the curtains now, and warms my exposed skin.

My body continues to rest, while my mind prepares.

I close my eyes, in an attempt to burn this moment into my memory.

Quickly, and silently, I pay tribute to all of the experiences that have led me here. I send up a silent prayer....
I crush the end of my Marlboro out in the clean, unused ashtray.
It looks gross.
I smell of smoke.
I nuzzle back down, but my eyes are open now.

I don't want to miss a thing.





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