Please just let me take your picture...

please, please, please..


I wish I never

i am smoking a cigarette
it looks good when i light it
it burns slowly, dangerously
smoke meets my nose warmly
and comes into me
inhaling the smoke
has never tasted better
and i take another drag
and the smoke starts to sicken me
coughing and spitting
i choke
it is bent and broken
the vibrant glow has dulled
and faded
to an empty orange
the cigarette sits limp
in my dry hand
its smoke still envelops me
i can’t put it down now
i wish i never lit you

(Whoever you are, I love you)



“All truth passes through three stages: First, it is ridiculed; Second, it is violently opposed; Third, it is accepted as self-evident.” 
― Arthur Schopenhauer

I'm still on second stage.