Who needs drugs?

The weekend that was

| January 14th, 2008

He sits at the window,

making rings of smoke,

sounds of morning prayer linger,

and waltz with cigarette smoke.

Every moment. Every thought.

They rise higher. He falls deeper.

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March 29th, 2008 4:15 pm Salonee Says:

till the words continue to come to you, knock at your door at weird hours, there’s still hope…
May 4th, 2009 9:25 am baixxinglaoo Says:

I feel your writing competence very good, and can we be friends?