I can no longer breathe.
I rely on the comfort of nicotine smoke for inhalation and exhalation.
puff, blow out, ash, repeat. down, down, down to the white or yellow, whichever is currently being crushed between my middle and index finger.
I thought emptiness brought lightness, a weightlessness filled with bliss.
Instead I am stone heavy.
Every movement of every limb takes the greatest of efforts and eons to complete.
My stomach churns with the acidic contents of nothingness.
I cannot force anything down long enough to sustain any of its possible nutritional benefits.
Too long. This has gone on too long.
Too late.
Posted July 31, 2010 at 11:30am
