Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Blue Smoke

I breath out a cloud of blue,
So thick.

Fog so thick,
I cannot see,
I cannot feel.

I am the abstract dragon of the universe,
I breath in fire and breathe out ice...

I climb the mountain in front of me,
Three times,
And I arrive home to relieve my heavy extremities.

This sounds so pretty and deep, but really I got super drunk on Absinthe last Saturday and went outside to smoke a cigarette then had to climb up three flights of steps to my friend's apartment.

But I like this so much better. We can pretend there is true meaning.