Smoke

Every time I put cigar on my finger....I feel that I do something that I won't do If I was my old self..
I even don't understand why I put it on my finger....

I put it........Light the lighter...then Buuuusssssss......a random form of smoke appear..
It silly that I did something that I actually didn't desire....

But in fact...I did it...

Well....maybe something bad infect my brain...like a virus or a germ..

Honestly...I feel many strange things...
It's dazzling in my head...stuck in my heart...

But honestly....smoke make me feel bit better...
My sadness...sorrow....loneness....flowing out with smoke that blow from my mouth...

I'm just feel lone...and there is no one notice that...
No one notice what I feel...or what I desire...
Nor that I didn't trust anyone to notice me....

I don't know if it just my ego....
But...for now...it's only smoke that I could count for accompany my lone time....