Quitting smoking, day 5
When the smoke lifts and curls about you, dances and swirls, smells like that girl that loved you and left
Category: poetry
Quitting smoking, day 4
The autumn breeze blowing through the trees, the whistle of a train moving east into the sunrise, thoughts of campfires
Quitting smoking, day 3
Oh crap, I just punched that bunny in the face! … Continue readingQuitting smoking, day 3
Rumi Jalaluddin quote
I died as mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal. I died as animal