gloominess
lies over the world
your sheet
ruffled
your bed
empty
but yet
here you are
letting your legs
dangle from
the roof
next to you
a bottle of
amber liquid
and a pack
of white
death
in your hand
a roll of
tobacco
in the other
an old camera
eager to get
the best picture
of the point
where the night
leaves
your small and nameless
village
and the day
greets you with
its bright rays
thin grey smoke
rises in the air
from the white roll
between your fingers
you position
your camera
in front of your eye
and wait
for a few seconds
which seem like an eternity
for the sun to rise
as you behold
the first
shy rays of the
rising sun
you gently press
the release
and smile
a polaroid
exits your old
and knowing
camera
you take it
and put it down
next to you
the sun rises
entirely
while you
breathe in
contently
thin grey
smoke
