hlatus

Wow it's a beautiful morning. The sun is newly rising like a phoenix fresh from the ashes and the birds sing cheerful medleys that they learned the night before. I smoked a cigarette on my back porch, it's still night time for me I guess... but it really feels like morning. The apartment's quiet but for the first time in a long time it's a peaceful quiet only broken by the keys clacking away on the keyboard and the occasional purr of Audrey. It's a beautiful day to be alive and well. I have two cigarettes in my pack left... and I think that's going to be all. I think this is going to be the last pack of cigarettes I smoke, they just make me feel bad. I shouldn't say "I think" that doesn't induce positive thinking and just speculation... no...
I KNOW
those two cigarettes in there are going to be the last. It's been speculation for a while now but no more. I value this morning too much... this feeling of refreshment even without sleep. If only I could describe this feeling but I don't believe words will ever be enough. It's an odd feeling but it's good. It's a great day to be alive.

May your day be as peaceful as the wind as it blows through the trees and as beautiful as the leaves as they dance to tunes unknown... Until next time...

-Hlatus