The cherry of my cigarette burns a fiery red, maybe some strains of orange.
I feel like I’m inhaling the breath of the sun in minuscule form.
Whispers turn the smoke into songs and illuminate beneath the
Moonlight. It’s like an aurora show leaving the collision of our
Atmospheres that belong to these winter winds,
I hold my jacket tight against my body, I can feel the cold inhale me.
Warmth escapes through my nostrils and cloud the bottoms of my dreams.
If only you were here to see this beautiful sight I know the stars wouldn’t
Want it any other way.