Silence

A nice long drag out of my Dunhill. I hold the smoke in as much as my lungs will allow me and when I release it I follow it as it infects the air around it.

Control.

Hard thing to learn. Not many people master it. To know when to keep silent. To know when to sigh.

I’m afraid of the things I like. I like silence. I avoid it. It fills me up like a drug. It’s addictive. I’m waiting for the day when I will embrace it. When I will stop using words as shields to repel uncomfortable questions.

I want to live on a mountain with no company but uncaring trees and tired stones. Will anyone be there with me? To interrupt the whispers of the leaves? Will anyone else hear the water breathing? Do I want there to be anyone?

Permission

Let me cruise the world between the pages of a book.

Let me breathe until I'm high on oxygen.

Let me starve, I enjoy the diziness.

Tie me up with useless emotion like copper chains wrapped in velvet strands.

Let me forget to buy a watch, so you can't scold me when I'm late.

Let me spend hours watching my wrists, blood pumping underneath alabaster skin.

I don't want to fly with you, I don't want to fall with them, I want to float by myself.

...

Leaves of purple brush your wind.

Dust of gold grazes your soul.

Drops of light caress your skin.

Wheels of randomness guide your steps.

Paths of sun are closed to you.

Bits and pieces

A tip of despair is all you see even thought there are no corners around.

A strand of excitement, even thought the music is screaming and the hormones competing for dominance.

A branch of help is all you get. Always leaning, never caught. Teasingly retracting at the feel of your fingertips. Bits and pieces, parts of wholes. That's what your life is made of. Never matching, never ending.

Currents

You inspire wind to fall. To abandon horizontal paths. It wants to feel your thrill. It wants to fill your pages. Floating becomes boring after a while, rainstorms are monotonous after a few millenia. It wants to join you on your way down. Screaming adrenalline and building floors to crash on.

Senses

Words taste like cherries from your mouth to mine.

Nightmares smell like grass, freshly cut and screming its loss.

Your air feels like velvet, thick and soft.

Your skin always sings exuberantly. Happy being tied to your flesh, but always searching for more.

Your eyes write volumes when you think that no one is watching.

Don't forget

Don't forget to breathe. Capture the air in your lungs and then free it from your body.

Don't forget to drink. Let unnatural liquid swallow your brain and make you someone else.

Don't forget to smoke. bathe in calm and aesthetic nicotine.

Don't foget to think. Be silent and reflective. Staring at something and transcending its form.

Don't forget to live. Breathe in, breathe out, forget about wanter and stay hydrated, tobacco makes the world better and thoughts make it yours.