You are not here so I can't just doubt my intelligence, nor my intellect. Your absence is like a million libraries combined. I've missed you, thus you are mine. Mine to the bone. And I smoke ever since. I know, I know; how foolishly I became who I am. It doesn't feel this bad though. I'm not muttering anathemas. I've always had a curious trend in silence. And I'm being me ever since, in a fashion I know best. Me the smoker, full-stop.
me the smoker
