walt whitman, may, 1819 – march, 1892
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I was going to bed at like 9 o clock
sitting in the dark
not trying to think about cigarettes
i’ve been thinking ‘cigarettes’
since i opened up microsoft word
for like 5 minutes.
in a way cigarettes are
very depressing.
when i smoke
i feel calm, peaceful and sort of unafraid
of planet earth
because the distance
decreases between planet earth and here
every time my heart moves
and right now i’m very hungry
and maybe i’m repeating
but some times
i’m also very scared
about planet earth
because i don’t want to die too soon
or forget either
