In the Mist!

Caught up in circles. In Aberrations, of a different world. Caught in the continuum of time. I Light up a cigarette and set my lungs into submission. At the mercy of the malignancy which is certain. Burning holes, the hazy mist fills me in. It is quite deceiving as it makes its way through the leaky tissues and enters my brain. The smoke energizes my neurons…Actively bringing out the images and thoughts from the fathomless pit of essentialisms and deregulations ….As I make cloud castles with the cigarette stick in my hand….It feels so good to re-unite the brain with the feeling of being ecstatic yet nonchalant…..

Every neutron of the puff makes sense. Its the only thing that can implore the insides of my brain, and come up with answers that I need. The nicotine in it is like a psychosomatic fool, drowning in the river of delusions swiveling, shifting and then finally sacrificing itself. From its death is the birth of a sentiment. It Helps me realize that the fog, like Life, doesn’t have to make sense at all. Sometimes there are answers that you cannot uncover. Just like a movie life unfolds with a pre-written script. When I see the formations I realize the beauty of it all. Even if there is a lack of compassion. You never lose it. Never!...Witness the rise and fall of your salvation….

Have a nice feel of the condition….get the hang of it. Experience the reason and enjoy the ride as your existence changes directions at the speed of thought…. Because in the end, the smoke always vanishes, and the cigarette burns into ash…