Oh to the light velvet smoke of these sticks of cancer that come in a gift box ripping off your wallet and your health.
Oh to the elegance of this grey dense form of gas that exits your mouth leaving you hanging on dreams and thoughts that have been occupying your head for quite a while.
Oh to the awkward silence created once a melody coming from this plastic cold screen of your computer reaches an end leaving you examining the lyrics of the song and the images that it drew to fill the gap in your heart for three to four minutes.
Falling slowly,
drowning lonely,
dying softly inside…
