poet. ➸ phan

one

tw ? - smoking

dan sighed, leaning his head against his crossed arms, watching the candle on the other side of his desk flicker.

in his left hand he weakly gripped a pen, in his right a cigarette.

he sat up and brought it to his lips before quickly bringing it away, spluttering slightly from the intake of smoke.

he watched it swirl in the dim moonlight from his window and then watched it disappear, recounting the events of the day.

"how was i meant to stay away? piercing blue; you could swim in those eyes" he scribbled, dropping his pen, no longer strong enough to do anything but fall into a restless slumber.