And I’m here again…
Look at them… trying so hard… they seem so powerless… so do I…
I wish I could touch these lights… especially the yellow one… well I actually don’t know if it’s yellow or orange…
It’s like I’m floating in the most peculiar way…
And the stars look very different today…
And all I want to know is why? Does any of it matter?
Every time I have this feeling it’s just like the first time… strange… true… and good… Here I feel better… up on this tower… with my old friend, cigarette… everything is better… easier… tolerable… my problems… their problems… and even… flying…
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Oh... "the power inside"... haha... so you want to use it too, ha? Or maybe you always do...
setareh... I am not a smoker but I won't forget your advice... I just write some imaginary things here... "the power inside"... to be honest, I've never heard this combination of words in English before... beautiful words... I think I will use it lot from now on...
Thanks for your words...
Sophia... how do you draw those pictures with words? haha... they are funny... and about your comment I should say actually no... I just tried to explain a feeling which I imagined... I don't know if I described it true or not... so I think I should ask a great smoker about it :)
Thanks for the comment...