i sit in front of a table with two quarters standing in front of me; vertical.
the smoke comming from my lungs looks more like a piece of my soul being exhaled than just the normal smoke
and i find comfort in this
i find discomfort in almost everything else
i begin to day dream, a repeatative dream like a lot of the dreams i have, but less terrifying.
with that i pound the table knocking the quarters on their sides as they should be
exhale a little bit more of my soul as i stand
and smile since i know i have quite a few drags of this cigarette to go.