I just woke up in the middle of the night. Felt like writing something. Lit a cigerrette, a few short puffs then a long one, it feels great. Feeling of smoke filling my lungs. It doesn’t worry me, damaging my lungs. Just enjoying…
I don’t know what is happening inside me or why am i so unsettled or what is unsettling me; may be i am not unsettled. Just this nagging feeling of going somewhere, far away from everything. I always wanted to go far, always felt this call. May be it is just my imagination or my mind is playing tricks with me. Whenever i get into some sort of rythym, i became unsettled. May be there is something wrong with me or i am just scared to push on. I am smoking, smoke fills my lung, i exhale again…
I don’t have any particular reason or subject to write about, only the urge to write something, anything. May be just to spend some time with words and thoughts. Again, i am not very good at putting my thoughts in words. Yet i do so every now and then. Sometimes it makes sense to me, sometimes it doesn’t. It is all a game, may be. May be i am trying reach someplace but everytime i reach a destination, something else beakons me…
What the hell. I finished my last cigarrette. It always ends so suddenly whenever i start to enjoy it. Am i scared of enjoying life because it is suppose to end suddenly? It makes me laugh sometime. It’s time stop this nonsense…
Good Night…
Rolling2Wheels 