Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Cigarettes.
I sit here alone on a park bench. Dragging in a deep breath of cold autumn air, I sigh. I am surprised by my own musings. Leaning my head back, I exhale a puff of smoke as I watch the breeze help the
ochre leaves drift slowly downwards. I squint as the afternoon blues shined on my face, enjoying the recently rare warmth. I watch through heavily lidded eyes, the people walking by in their own world. I wonder if that's what they see when they look at me as I sit here. I give in to the urge and welcome the darkness. Only the smells and sounds can touch me now. I hear the dryness of the leaves as they rustle. People talking on cell phones. Friends laughing as they walk by. I feel a slight heaviness on my chest. I lift my hands to my face to let the smoke lighten the feeling. I watch the as the rings float gently, but it does nothing to soothe me. The wind picks up. I open my eyes and took a last drag. I sigh once more and head back to my room.
It's just another manic Monday.
travelled through my head at 8:25 AM