Sometimes, I'd rather look at the smoke, than inhale it.

I can sit for an entire cigarette, watching the smoke. It flips, sways, dances, morphing from one shape to the next. The wind carries it, floating higher until it disperses into nothing.

Is there anything more beautiful than smoke? Some people would say fire. Others the soft curves of a woman. It's all chemicals. Sloshing around in your head, triggering feelings, emotions...calmness.

I can watch an entire cigarette, lost in thought. But damn, now I need to light another.