smoking the pain away

a couple of days ago i learned to pick up sticks that were proven to reduce the number of my supposed to be lifetime on earth. it was a conscious decision on my part to try something new, to do something that i thought i would never do and to possibly ignite back the embers of my respect for myself.

each stick burned and each smoke that dissipates through the air symbolizes a transition, an independence from a ruthless state of continuous pain brought both consciously and subconsciously by the world and the motherfucking matters of the human heart.