and suddenly, everything lost it's meaning.
it's all so very simplistic.
put it into a metaphor if need be,
that when we smoke we use the flames in our hearts to light our cigarette.
but, narrow it all down
the crevices in your hands are as thin as your patience
and can be split by even a paper cut.  
i light my cigarette with a ******* lighter.
what fuels it all?
well, really some butane or naphtha or any lighter fluid you prefer.
get a grip.
you're not facing any of those deep rooted issues in you
and those don't go away.
for ***** sake, you ripped your heart out of your chest to light a cigarette.