We don't find smoking attractive. There's nothing cute or hot about it. We find the strength that the people who lite up their cigarettes each day but can still breath beautiful. They live with poisson running through their veins. Some are disgusted by them, by the fact that they choose to smoke even tho they know how bad it is and how it kills you and causes cancer and all sort of shit. But I think they're so strong. The reason why they smoke is because they want to die but they choose to stay. They choose to keep living and breathing even tho their each breath gets weaker and shorter within each cigarette. They hold their life in between their fingers slowly burning away. They could be dead but they're not. They're here.
