i drive by and i come upon a little forest.
i stop to smoke a cigarette. its fire is nice. the smoke may fill my lungs but it is alright, it doesn't hurt.
i give people what they need, like precious nicotine.
such is the appetite of a people pleaser,
such is greed.
as it is written, so it may be
honeysuckle words on a silver tongue
in the sky full of leaves.
dirty imbecile // happy fits.
the songs in my ears lick at the pine needles
and i can't help it
i have to get back in my car and i toss my cigarette as far
as far as it can go
and the wind carries it buries it
and i drive back down the road, it is not my choice
and i drive back home.
but sometimes i still pass by
and i watch the pine needles cry
when i threw my cigarette i started a fire
there is a fire there now
and it calls sometimes in its crackles
and it is dancing outside my window.
it does not rage.
it does not burn.
it does just as it was told not to do and maybe it will go gently into that good night
maybe it will
i watch it dance with my cigarette in its teeth
and i cannot say a thing
so i go back home
(disclaimer i don't smoke and also i don't condone smoking it's just the best analogy)
YOU ARE READING
the funny trash silly book
Randomthis is pretty much another iteration of 'i dont know' i deleted those because they reminded me of how toxic i was xdfcgbhjkm i do not plan on updating this often at all, im so much more present on tumblr and discord, this is kinda just here look it...
