3:20AM

Cigarettes & You.

And once again, I found myself under the starry sky - with a pack of cigarettes in my hand and a mind full of thoughts. The kind of thoughts which you try so hard to forget but they always come creeping back at 3a.m. The need to smoke cigarettes was getting stronger for me by each passing day, I was in despair that your face was finally being erased from my mind, I didn't want to forget you. Even if it didn't last, it was something which made me happy at that point in life. It would be injustice to my heart to just throw it all away after you left. Because even if you stopped feeling that, it meant something to us, and it still does to me. There's something similar about these cigarettes and you, soothing my soul but slowly killing me, piece by piece, and then disappearing into the air leaving me only with memories.