last year, it was them
their heavyness and their mess
the rumble of the zeppelin
before,
it was escape
A whole year of numbed pleasure
now, I can’t stay
in one place for too long
when barely a few weeks pass
the weary-no-more soul itches
In 2015,
it was creation
Watching them come alive
and then there are those
that one shape, sound
who stole me so long ago
Tag: addiction
Fags
Oh how I miss them
I miss the smell
the most, I suppose
I miss that feeling,
the first one in the morning
how it hits you
the one after the meal
then the remaining stench
oh, so satisfying!
I remember when I
used to take secret sniffs
if such a thing exists
notice how it was
different, but oh so good
I remember secret smiles
Those thoughts don’t help now
just more things I miss
and the wait goes on
after the clock struck 12
I felt I deserved a reward
After all, I made it
Through a day.
Falling Somewhere, Anywhere 