Burning Cherries

Stargazing, dreaming. Perched on the edge of reality, I find myself inside circles, craving a pain I no longer enjoy. Far too easy to blame it on painful memories that lay far in the past, the facade of achievable stability, itching. Amplifying a simple truth to exist as I please. Trapped in a mindless routine, …

Click

Boredom kicks in. Click. And the red cherry is lit again. Watching it burn slowly. The smoke dances. And fades. The crackle has gone. Click. Feeling the heat in my lungs. Caught in its web. At all times. Mother nature will not stop me. Inhale, release. Euphoria. Temptation too much. Back to square one. ----- …