cigarettes,
and the immense power of words.
it can all comes and go as quickly as a breath,
a sunrise,
a promise kept,
a promise broken.
a promise forgotten.
who can be truly faithful all of the time,
even with the best of intentions.
who will understand,
believe,
or even care.
in the end,
does it really matter where we finish,
but that we have finished at all.
it is all true.
coffee,
cigarettes,
and the immense power of words.
words that can heal,
words that can cut deeper
then we ever thought that they could.
I am open to it all,
but it never really seems to change.
so it goes.
press on regardless.