Cigarette

falling into a constant regret, he lights another cigarette.

it shouldn't happen like this. what happened to how things used to be? what of normalicy?

the dreary lies of ebb and flow wear down his course facade until he is nothing more than a shadow. a distant memory. fading in emery. no more cries for help.it ends today,

on the thirteenth story. the end of his story. making history. second thoughts are put to ease by the busy traffic below. one foot, now the other. and now in free-fall, he has finally found piece.

nothing is left but the burning remains of a cigarette and the broken body of a mans regret.

Reviews

[artists]

Wow, I love this so much. It's so simple yet... Amazing