Tonight.
I struck a match tonight, watching as the flame continued to burn down that damn stick in my hand. I felt the heat, but it didn't hurt. I felt the pain, but I didn't care...and all of a sudden, it went out...like a thousand thoughts that cluttered this mind of mine. I rubbed my burnt fingers together and just smiled as I reached for another, watching as I struck its head across my lap. It lit and as that flame formed, everything seemed to melt around me. The black velvet of the night seemed to become enveloped by the fumes of the fire and as I put it into the bowels of this rose wood pipe, I smiled.
The fire was extinguished.
I leaned back, uncaring of my surroundings. Apathetic and cold to the world that beat around me, like a dying heart squeezing what little vitality it had left. Plumes of smoke like I've never seen came to possess some haunting power, forming delicate hands that caressed my lungs. Its delicate aroma allowed me to lean back thoughtless, leaving me to watch the night above me.
I shifted my feet as I fell back into the comfort of that plastic slide; feeling that weird force of static electricity form around my hair and the crumbling wood chips beneath my shoes, becoming pushed away as I grew somber with every puff.
Something about tonight made me feel good. The tobacco felt like velvet in my lungs. The smoke, like silk across my tongue...and although I simply lay there, watching as quaint rings of pollution exited my mouth, everything in this word seemed to be at ease. I stared endlessly into the night's sky, the pale glimmer of a street light washing over me. But that too, was overwhelmed by the expansive blanket of ebon. My eyes rested upon a single star; the only one that shone in the sky. Gnarled whisps of smoke circled around it and I smiled...watching endlessly.
It was enchanting and elegant.
Minutes were hours, hours were days...and as time ceased and the world stopped spinning...I reached out for it. My lovely little star. It was so close. I knew it so well. It was as if we were the best of friends...and yet, try as I might to reach out to grab it...I could never touch it. I could never feel it...
The hourglass revolves and the sands of time shift with it. Things no longer are paused and the faint sounds of the night fall back into place.
I can reach that star.
I sat up, tapping out the smoldering ash of my pipe into the woodchips below...watching as every ember is blown out by the unforgiving wind. I just sat there, my back arched, and stare at my feet. It was time to think. Time to leave that star be. Slowly I turned, striking a match across my hip...and tossed it into the air, watching as the flickering flame aligns directly with the brilliance of that lone, beautiful star...seconds before hitting the ground.
The fire was extinguished...
The fire was extinguished.
I leaned back, uncaring of my surroundings. Apathetic and cold to the world that beat around me, like a dying heart squeezing what little vitality it had left. Plumes of smoke like I've never seen came to possess some haunting power, forming delicate hands that caressed my lungs. Its delicate aroma allowed me to lean back thoughtless, leaving me to watch the night above me.
I shifted my feet as I fell back into the comfort of that plastic slide; feeling that weird force of static electricity form around my hair and the crumbling wood chips beneath my shoes, becoming pushed away as I grew somber with every puff.
Something about tonight made me feel good. The tobacco felt like velvet in my lungs. The smoke, like silk across my tongue...and although I simply lay there, watching as quaint rings of pollution exited my mouth, everything in this word seemed to be at ease. I stared endlessly into the night's sky, the pale glimmer of a street light washing over me. But that too, was overwhelmed by the expansive blanket of ebon. My eyes rested upon a single star; the only one that shone in the sky. Gnarled whisps of smoke circled around it and I smiled...watching endlessly.
It was enchanting and elegant.
Minutes were hours, hours were days...and as time ceased and the world stopped spinning...I reached out for it. My lovely little star. It was so close. I knew it so well. It was as if we were the best of friends...and yet, try as I might to reach out to grab it...I could never touch it. I could never feel it...
The hourglass revolves and the sands of time shift with it. Things no longer are paused and the faint sounds of the night fall back into place.
I can reach that star.
I sat up, tapping out the smoldering ash of my pipe into the woodchips below...watching as every ember is blown out by the unforgiving wind. I just sat there, my back arched, and stare at my feet. It was time to think. Time to leave that star be. Slowly I turned, striking a match across my hip...and tossed it into the air, watching as the flickering flame aligns directly with the brilliance of that lone, beautiful star...seconds before hitting the ground.
The fire was extinguished...