Let me light you a fag.
Yosi.
Let me light you one. Watch the tip burn, and watch the smoke come to life. Puff to resurrect, blow to forget. All the problems that are constricting your heart, all the worries that are making your stomach churn... forget. Get lost in the now, in the stick you hold in between your fingers. Puff in, and feel the smoke fill your lungs. Blow out, and watch everything just fade away. Drop ashes, feel the cigarette get lighter; smaller. Watch small embers slowly die. Watch the smoke get lost in the wind. Forget, forget. And when you finally feel the burn on your lips, and in the smoke you take in, kill it. It's time to let it go.
Walk away, with little comfort in knowing that you controlled it. Through some representation, you had power on everything that made life so worth unliving, and that in between the concrete and your shoe, you killed it.
Walk away with ignorance, in the fact that even long after you've consumed it, its presence is slowly consuming you from within.