Smoking , wound , and remember

Forbespywo

like smoking [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is the kind of love is very convergent and vague . As their feelings the way . I remember the moment rely on it , a man so filled the streets at night , watching the wind in the empty streets Shuttle , and then lit a cigarette, deep smoked , the cigarette butts pop arc, which falls on a lonely corner of the city . You might , in the sleepless nights , thinking of a person , feeling his breathing slow [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Tobacco as a drug, stopped the spread of all the pain and confusion . felt a relieved .

again , or perhaps, in a dark small room of their own , a person, lit cigarette The brain has interpreted the past, perhaps only this time I can find the real you. I'm beginning to believe that the so-called love, because of loneliness, in that moment. I'm starting to believe that some things or some people , just that we Memorial . lost the surging emotions, like black sea retreat . I have loved ones, in the farewell of the day, had disappeared in the world .

wound is only a shame to give others That he adhere to the optical illusion . and more people are not cut [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and we all pay attention to the protection of his own good , prudent to seek a balance between effort and reward . In 2008 I really felt afraid, afraid of agitation The Fall of an instant change , such a person to fear for the day .

I really do not want to say anything , just imagine the silence , like water , none to do the walk. went dark , and then hand the heart Cover your lighter, laid the first lit a cigarette, fire light up my face and sad calm the mind . and then with a cigarette told this strange city , I am confused here, too . finally told smokers, smoking is harmful to health.