I sit, supporting my shirtless back with the window, blocking the bluster of wind. I switch to the song: It’s just like the cigarette; it’s what I do, once more. Instantly a rounded reddish fire which illuminates in the air very near to me dissolves the darkness in it, for a moment. I tasted the fire through other end, inhaling it, it reached my lungs, and they welcomed the amazing hissy fit into them.
A blank word document was already there like a wallpaper for my desktop, waiting me to punch words in it. I got nothing to put there. Why my life’s a bore. People around me have so much going on, only I remain untouched…….
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