Under a paper moon
Getting close to her was like trying to wrangle smoke. I wish I could say she wasn't the reason for the smoke that exits the end of my cigarette. I smoke. That’s obvious. It’s a hot topic, literally. So when I have time to kill, what better way to do it than to go suck down a few fags & drag the words from my head? It’s been said that a cigarette will take minutes & eventually years off of your life, depending on how you stack them up. I can’t begin to tell you how relieving this theory is. Honestly, I do not smoke because i'm addicted to nicotine or anything. It's just a way of opening up for me, to grief. Often these moments of grief are just between me & a cigarette & nobody else. It's the same principle as Saint George's action of putting all his fears & doubts in a box he made out of his armor. The legend of the great Saint George, something I read a while back. From what I know, the dragon slayer was fighting a fierce dragon. The battle bet...