Staring blankly at the sky, luna playing with clouds and stars twinkling like spotlights. Don't know who is the star though? Cold zephyr fanning the glistening forehead jolts me out of excruciating thoughts, eyes drifted to reality, realizing I'm still here.
People talking, laughing and children playing around unaware of the Death. Smoke dangling around giving a sense of melancholy.
Fingers fondle Gasper thinking should I or shouldn't everything is a blur and I do.
Smoke burns my lungs so does my thoughts it's like a deep hole inside has been filled with smoke
And with a puff I can see all of it revolving around like I'm the Sun and all planets are revolving just instead of something cosmic it's all miserable and aphotic.
It's quite difficult to explain what it is. Is it all in my head or it is something?
There's a heaviness inside everything a mess and colossal.
The more I think the more I get lost in this maze.
Do they feel the same or something is wrong in particular?
Smile dancing on the lips knowing how it'll all end.
Yeah I know..