theslowrunner

I think I need a cigarette...

I don't smoke that often. It's only at times of extreme stress or at times I am drinking with a friend that I find myself with a pack full of friends that do everything in an obvious light. It's not that I am stressed right now or that I am drinking as I am writing this post. I have found a sense of romanticism in the idea of a stick full of nicotine, a cup of good coffee with my words pouring out as I write.

It leaves me debating most of the time why I write down and have a journal full of thoughts. My journal is filled with imprints and the ghosts over the year. In the end I doubt I will ever read through my journal or my thoughts. I'm worried to read so much about how many failures and how little I have accomplished. I think you get to a point in your life when you are ripped from all those ideas and dreams that filled your journal to realize how often failures outweigh accomplishments.

"I will do this...I will do that, this is my goal and this is what I dream to be." I think they are all filled in everyone's journals and thoughts. When I think about all of this in the end I just want a cigarette.


Hears a little music for your ears.