11:12
Time stops.
The world looks different with a cigarette. The lights stay still and people, focused on something, stare into the emptiness. As if today was the last day of my life, everything feels dramatic.
Walking back home from hours of studying, the wind doesn’t feel cold anymore. And, the night isn’t any darker than the day.
Passing by people, passing by cars. I walk on.
Cigarette in one hand, the other in a pocket.
Time stopped.
The world is different with a cigarette. The air is still but my mind runs wild. As if today was the first day of my life, everything feels new.
Sitting and waiting for the train, I take another drag. The night becomes brighter and the sky clears.
Talking to the moon, talking to the stars. I sit down and look up.
I take another drag and smile.
Everything is meaningless and at the same time, nothing is…
