Gazing at the cars driving past. The stars glittering above. The lighted cigarette dangling between two fingers.
A sight. A moment. Pretty? I don't think so.
Observation showed many of us bond better over a shared smoke rather than a cup of hot coffee. Amongst the laughs and silliness in the no-smoking-arena, someone always has an urge to "burn" and Always takes another smoker along for a smoke. We divide.
Non-smokers : Sipping coffee. Laughing. Rambling about life that does not concern us.
Smokers : Standing outside. Alone. Talking. Letting the right words flow. Listening. Talking... Burning.
Sigh. The prettiness. Just like Serendipity or Definitely, maybe.
The pink, purple even the plain boring white one's look pretty; intertwined in our fingers. Sexy from afar. Just like the Sight witnessed recently. hot guy. mysterious eyes. a smoke in hand. Oh, the soul-mates.
So, do you mind if I don't Smoke? Don't have an urge to smell the white mist hanging around me? Don't want to die choking? Don't want an addiction?
Even if it means missing on the sights that look pretty. Only and only from a faraway distant land.
and so, would you still have a cup coffee with me?
[living for the cause soooooo :: http://whyquit.com/whyquit/a_nicodemonslies.html] :p