I once promised that I would never light a cigarette because of habit nor necessity

But because I want to enjoy it, and when I truly could

How pathetic it is that pieces of dried tobacco rolled up in paper could bring such a feeling when burned

A pleasure
An escape

By the window, staring outside

In a restroom of a busy office building

On a stool of an empty diner

On the roof at 2:30 am

Sweating in bed

And 234 is the best..