A cigarette, a walk, and a lot of thoughts
12/08/2026
One cigarette, and everything went quiet for a while. As I was walking down the street with boiling emotions, I inhaled deeply while closing my eyes, felt the cold atmosphere inside my lungs, and the memories of my childhood appeared in the darkness—what I wanted to be, what I am now. As I exhaled, everything felt as if it came back to normal, but little did I know, the rage in my heart had already taken control of my emotions, so I took another cigarette. Nothing felt better than this one. At last, I calmed down, not by the cigarette, but by the words of Haterade coming out of my mouth.
The same night, I felt like taking another cigarette. Nothing was worse than this last one. At the end of the day, it was just me and my thoughts, making me realize that I can only be there for myself—no cigarette, no lover. At the end of the day, it's just you and your actions.
This wasn't about cigarettes....