outside, the glow of flame fills my hands – wind chimes (it gently tugs at my shirt) the night sky chirps, clouds roll along the moon’s illumination – the hefty oak tree (casts a small shadow) it wrestles with whirling winds the smoke saturates my skin - a familiar sin experiencing life, while puffing death - the enigma of being human.
Wrote this while standing outside smoking a cigarette - almost forgot it on my way in.