gloominess
lies over the worldyour sheet
ruffled
your bed
emptybut yet
here you are
letting your legs
dangle from
the roofnext to you
a bottle of
amber liquid
and a pack
of white
deathin your hand
a roll of
tobacco
in the other
an old cameraeager 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 raysthin grey smoke
rises in the air
from the white roll
between your fingersyou position
your camera
in front of your eye
and wait
for a few seconds
which seem like an eternity
for the sun to riseas you behold
the first
shy rays of the
rising sun
you gently press
the release
and smilea polaroid
exits your old
and knowing
camera
you take it
and put it down
next to youthe sun rises
entirely
while you
breathe in
contently
thin grey
smoke