Cigarettes

Water doesn’t create the nerves necessary to surf and I swallow my fears with the smoke of my cigarette.

There’s an issue with smoke that goes beyond the boundaries of my understanding and that’s the trap, the invisible hand of nicotine.

If I talked to my cigarette I would surely talk honestly.

There’s an issue with life that’s a matter of bravery and that’s not something to underestimate in the colorful waters where we usually play.

Cigarettes are the secure, comfortable enemies who sell us a feeling of joy in a futile attempt to avoid reality.

Reality is colorful and so are you, that’s why I love you endlessly and miss you as well.

If you talked to your cigarette would you tell him what you would tell me if I gave you my ears?

My ears aren’t trained but they are prepared to listen, to listen carefully and to respond or not.

Is it possible not to respond?

I love you.