I don't understand why the morons of this world decided to destroy seven to eleven minutes of their life with each cigarette they smoke.
What's the purpose of it? Of smoking and slowly killing yourself each day? I heard it helps to reduce the feelings of anxiety, or to relax, or to lose weight, or to just look 'cool'. Others are influenced by family, but why did they start? They know it can cause their death, but no one bats an eye.
I twirl the unlit cigarette between my fingers and watch it with curiosity.
"You, my friend, killed over six million people."
I just don't understand the concept of smoking. Why would someone want to corrupt their lungs for a small urge? And it's not just your lungs, but your voice, liver, heart, vision, bones, blood, and even your reproductive system. You hurt everything that matters in your body. Smoking damages so much. So why do people do it? Most of the people walking on the surface of the Earth are mindless, but I would think that, if something kills you, you wouldn't do it. However, my faith in humanity is destroyed, once again.
I light it up, the cigarette. I don't place it in between my lips though. I watch it burn between my fingers, and follow the small wisps of ash and smoke that dance with the breeze. The wrap burns quicker than anything else, and I let everything fall on its own. However, the smell is suffocating me, and I can merely feel the poison replacing my clean air. I breath through my mouth, but then my eyes begin to sting. I flick the cigarette away from me and walk over to a bench near the playground. With the palms of my hands, I harshly rub my eyes, and after stopping, all I see are shapes in dark shades.
My vision clears up after a while, and I come to see an all too familiar back with blonde hair with his right hand up to his face and a cloud of smoke leaving his lips.
