he wasn't in the right headspace
he wasn't in the wonted circumstance
it happened neither occasionally, but on numerous occasions
however, his surrounding be approaching and expecting his so-called tough shoulders..
..to be cried on, to be leaned on or to be the place they can dwell in for some considerable time.
his heart was made of gold, but it felt like a block of ice.
nodded his head; means acceptance.
tossed a yes; means a welcome.
painted a genuine smile; means he's all about to listen.
he was there for people, and he will always be there.
but where are the people pace their footsteps out while 911 numbers were pressed on his life's phone button?
nought. zero calls back. all dead. stone deaf.
that's how we live in, being a living buttress to people as in fact people won't ever spend their seconds to be your place to go.
aside from the bitter truth,
survive.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
even to hold a piece of a cigarette, people be staring at you like you're a rascal.
even to buy a piece of cigarette, people be staring at you like you're depressed.
even to smoke a piece of cigarette, people be staring at you like you're nothing but an innominate kid.
aside from being given the badge of being privileged well-being, and fulfilled the standard of life, neither smoking could be the best druthers.
therefore, she went undercover, caught a paper, and rolled it into a form of cigarette. the undemanding shape.
she imagined,
she felt,
she wondered,
the great feeling that emerged when one blow smoke escaped out of the stick, thought up all the life's crises gone in a blow.
just a blow.
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC