it was 19th july 2005.
i had found a new hobby. watching the smokes coming out from my
cigarette. examining how they slowly emerge from the vermillion tobacco
tips, elegantly dance their way out into the vast domain of thin air,
swirl swirl like nothing else could – for it was why they were born –
to finally withdraw from the split-second performance quietly and
slowly and then be forgotten.
imagine. being born to swirl. then forgotten. yet they were so full of grace.
i took a sip of vanilla and coconut tea from my favorite cup. and moved
my laptop, notes, and books onto my bed. i needed a new workspace.