Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
One of the bad habits.
This is not a good pass time.
To just sit in the front of a blank page and drink cigarettes
Like its some nutritious smoke that will clean all the blemishes on my legs..
Or will help me forget you. All of you.
I don’t know why I do this.