Memorizing Shifting Outlines
I don't need to smoke.
You know it- I know it.
But I do need to quite.
I need to be able to deny the nicotine,
And the exotic exhale in favor,
Of myself, and my natural beauty.
I don't need to smoke. At all.
I need to quite.
On other notes,
The wee teenie-boppers annoy me.
And so I have deleted them,
Let them play their silly games amongst themselves,
I haven't been enough years,
Out of that kind of pointless drama...
To wish to look down upon it again.
I want to go home and spend the day,
lapsing in and out of dreams,
spreading the cards and pulling them together,
And not worrying about opinions,
Or fickle emotions.
To create pictures in my mind of beautiful
Things.
Ah...to breathe deeply of the silence.
