Just Ignore the Smoke and Smile

            There was something beautiful in the way the smoke slowly billowed through the space between the two oaks, rising in its delusions of reaching the stars that decorated the night sky like diamonds littered upon black velvet accented by a thin grey wisp of cloud. The smoke and I had much in common, we both aspired to reach such aesthetic heights and both futilely faded into the forlorn night sky. I had once had dreams, I had once had aspirations but now they’re nothing more than a wisp of smoke slowly fading into the night sky.

Author's Note

6/18/09

Reviews

[aphotic locket]

This piece gave me the feeling of biting into a delightfully warm portion of affiliation. The message laying finely in between these lines of visually tangy perception is one that many can relate: The dissapointment in oneself of the inability to be better than what we are. Great coffee-break read.