A moment with a match

[sorcyress]

Smoking is a horrible terrible thing. But there's still that media-based level of glamour to it, that undercurrent of mystique. Perhaps that's why I find myself wanting a cigarette as I sit alone on my floor, though I detest the very concept.

My newfound habit of carrying a box of matches with me in my pocket seems to hold the solution --I strike one (just one) and let it burn for a moment, savouring the flame. And then, I blow it out, and close my eyes, and smell the deep earthly smell of real smoke, untainted by chemicals or nicotine.

I don't feel better, necessarily, but that moment of flame based escape was enough. I feel stable.

~Sor
MOOP!

Comments

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

Meh, I'm not a huge fan of the whole clove thing. A couple of the arty kids at my school smoke them, and they tend to be a little too cloying for me.

~Sor