Sitting here looking at the paper in my hand
I wonder if this is what my life has come to.
White at one end, tan at the other.
Do I want to do this?

As I twirl it around my fingers
I think of the taste it will leave in my mouth.
I've been wanting this for awhile
I place it to my lips and light the end.

As I inhale it goes down smooth, just as I remember.
As I exhale it seems all my worries go away, at least for now.
The burning ash at the end glows red each time I take a puff.
Burning its was down to the end till it can't burn anymore

I know I shouldn't be doing this,
But this seems like the only way.
I start to relax. My mind is clear.
Then it ends.

All that is left is the smoke, and my mind starts up again
The worries of the day, my body starts to tense.
The smoke dies down tnad there is nothing left.
I reach for another one and it starts all over again.



~astacey~

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