Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Blue Smoke

I breath out a cloud of blue,
So thick.


Fog so thick,
I cannot see,
I cannot feel.


I am the abstract dragon of the universe,
I breath in fire and breathe out ice...


I climb the mountain in front of me,
Once,
Twice,
Three times,
And I arrive home to relieve my heavy extremities.


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This sounds so pretty and deep, but really I got super drunk on Absinthe last Saturday and went outside to smoke a cigarette then had to climb up three flights of steps to my friend's apartment.


But I like this so much better. We can pretend there is true meaning.