We smoke because we need a loyal companion
A tangible and materialistic companion that we can posses
Hold and handle lightly between our fingers
A companion that we are capable of burning, and victoriously smelling its ignition effect
A companion we can inhale and exhale whenever we want
And watch its weak transformation into ashes
A disposal companion, which we can ditch when done with
Yet, that will always be waiting, fully packaged
Ready for any use, anytime
Under any circumstance
With neither a single frustration nor complaint
you now that's true wen a person's lonely he cnt stop himself from doin things that he nows that they're wrong he just needs a friend
ReplyDeleteWhen the cigarette transform into a human being
ReplyDeleteTrust me you will stop smoking
And together you may reach the ashes stage
After many years of flying…
Your conscience is in between black and white, the GREY
I vote for black and white
I bark for unconsciousness…
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ReplyDeletestill...awsome will be my first reaction ;-p
ReplyDeletei crave for unconsciousness too for within it our reality is beholden...what we think feel,look up to,look after and look forward to..
whereas consciousness is limited by mundane regulations,social fears and restrictions..