the wants of wanting the wanted

[badharlequin]

i want to smell jasmine
i want the days to always be foggy
i want to sit by the window of a speeding train
i want to eat a bento box filled with wonderful things
i want to use chopsticks that are deep mahogany in colour
i want to taste the sweetness of a kretik cigarette around my lips
i want the smoke to linger around me as i exhale slowly one last time.