Since i've started smoking my thoughts of the act never did change and almost every smoker on the planet will agree that smoking is a curse however its hard to drop that habbit . today going back home walking on the road alone holding the last cigarette in my hands and knowing i have to buy myself a new packet the thoughts of her rushed my mind her charming beauty , her unforgettable smile that makes me just stare into her and her eyes that makes me wonder and lost inside them. It was then i realized why did i start smoking due to the void in my life the void that almost consumed me and get the best of me , i started talking to the last cigarette 'i know you were always there you kept me company you encapsulated my rage but are you worth it ? ' i wanted to throw it away but instead i decided to keep it so it would remind me of the moment everytime i look at it. its amazing how can one person inspire us motivate us even without intentionly wanting to do so, how we want to be the best we can be for that person even thought its not just a person to us and his value cannot be described by words...
