I looked at the pack of cigarettes and wondered how satisfying the last cigarette is going to be, how the smell leaps up into all my senses while the smoke interleaves between the pages of my teeth. should i smoke it now or wait till the right time and place? .
"What is the right time and place?, is there such a thing as a right time and place." i said to myself
I can see the pack from the corner of my eye. "you know sometimes we humanize what we truly find joy in, we are confused creatures looking for an answer to all this, we often succumb to life and just create an answer. " She once said.
the pack was still showing and my thoughts drifted away to what she once said. my tongue is heavy now from all that craving my mind created and i'm perplexed.
the image of the last cigarette conspicuously appeared in my head. i saw the meaning of salvation and sacrificed my needs to my wants. "Smoking, is smoking the answer?" i systematically said, from all those ads warning me from smoking.
just like the metamorphoses of a butterfly my hunger slowly transformed into nicotine while time passed by and people came and left, i'm still here devoured from change, waiting for ages for my own self to leave and only this cigarette can please what i need. i reached out and grabbed the pack of cigarettes. opening it my pupils widened and saliva mixed up with the air around me, but the pack was empty.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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Ficción GeneralThis story is about a feeling , a feeling that wakes us up in the morning, gets us to work and slowly teaches us how to lose sleep. Welcome to the prison of my mind.
