I love the smells of burning cigarettes
Freedom, toxicity and bad ass;
But why should anyone love a killer?
My favorite memories are filled with smoke.
They're filled with laughter, love and slurred sentences.
Should I live for a long time if I have nothing to live for?
It's easy to lose your grip on reality,
simply just walking out of a restaurant at night.
A whiff of second hand smoke and of course,
a short reminder of beautiful, small moments.
