Prologue
A few nights ago, under the light of the moon, I stepped out to have a cigarette. Having been eagerly awaiting it all day, I slowly took out a stick from the pack, fired it up and started smoking. That’s when everything: the quiet night, the clear sky that greeted the luminescent moon and the cool breeze started to feel just right. I know that at the end of a long and grueling day, having a smoke is what keeps me from going over.
The night went on, at the same time all my issues, worries and concern leave both body and soul. Smoke from the cigarette danced and twirled in a way that just couldn’t be explained, as that happened one couldn’t really help but stand back and just relax. The twisting & twirling dance of smoke just got me; I’m not really sure what it was but there was definitely something. Puff after puff, as the light drew closer towards me, I just wanted time to stand still as to not have to throw away the stick.
Me and the landlessness feeling of menthol share a love and hate relationship. Both the stroke of dizziness together with the calmness of the mind along with its subtle minty aftertaste sets the tone for a moment of sanity that some people just wouldn’t understand. Such a balance of black and white brings one to such a euphoric state
People always ask me why I smoke and I would offer the same reply every time; “because I want”. I don’t usually go deeper into as they just don’t get the state of lucidity I feel every time I smoke. I wouldn’t be doing so if I didn’t want to and I am more than aware of the consequences that come with such a vice and yet, here I am welcoming the slow decay…
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