today i thought of an idea.
an idea wherein everything becomes
so unearthly when you’re staring into
the milkiness of the clouds.
this mushy emotion i feel while staring
at the clouds. they’re just like
water, moving, serenading and
calming our nerves. touching
it and slipping through our fingers.
as you lit the cigarette
sometimes you hear that crunchy burning sound.
woozy yet fulfilling feels by the end
of your first stick. inhale then
exhaling the smoke.
i have this ruling feeling that
whenever i step onto my finished cigarette,
i feel that i have somewhat stepped
on all the fears i have n life.
clouds and cigarettes may not have things in common
but there’s this sense when you feel longing
and misty. clouds merge with each other
then the smoke fuse around your lungs,
and feel how the light gets in.