Sometimes, I'd rather look at the smoke, than inhale it.
I can
sit for an entire
cigarette, watching the smoke. It
flips,
sways,
dances,
morphing from one shape to the
next. The
wind carries it,
floating higher until it
disperses into
nothing.
Is there anything more
beautiful than smoke?
Some people would say
fire.
Others the soft
curves of a
woman. It's all
chemicals.
Sloshing around in your
head, triggering feelings,
emotions...
calmness.
I can watch an entire cigarette,
lost in thought. But damn, now I need to
light another.