Smoke.

You draw in your breath, allowing the toxins to fill your lungs. The repercussions? Untold. Wavering. You exhale the wispy smoke, which dissipates into oblivion, while the faint smell of tobacco lingers on your clothing. Why must you do this in my presence? You know I thoroughly despise secondhand smoke. I whine, whinge, complain constantly and a smug smile finds its way upon your lips. A dagger would do wonders, if you felt no remorse in killing.

I've been going through old files and sketchbooks long forgotten in an attempt to find more of my quote, unquote creative writing. It's terribly written, but my love for the photo (Andy from I See Stars) called for a post. This was written after an outdoor Starbucks session with my best friend, whom I've been trying to convince to stop smoking. My efforts are futile, though; this vice has an unrelenting hold on him.

Comments

5 Responses to "Smoke."

katieleigh said... December 28, 2009 at 2:51 AM

i like this

hope you had a good christmas

Brent said... December 28, 2009 at 5:27 PM

nicely said. yeah... smokers. i've gotten used to being around cigarette smokers being raised by one and all, but the smoke itself never fails to make my body throw every single discomfort alarm at me all at once.

Anonymous said... December 28, 2009 at 8:28 PM

It was extremely interesting for me to read the post. Thanx for it. I like such topics and anything that is connected to them. I would like to read more soon.

Brent said... December 29, 2009 at 3:23 PM

Thanks for the words Anne. The Grove IS nice isn't it? I love eating at the Farmer's Market there. The Brazilian BBQ place, the Mexican place "Loteria"... AMAZING food. And yeah, it is wayyy too easy judging people by what kind of tv they watch. maybe we're all tv snobs.

Chelsea Talks Smack said... December 29, 2009 at 3:57 PM

gosh, this is really beautiful.


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