cureforcancer

Finals week...training in sleep deprevation for when i go to gradschool...if i ever get there. Anyway, i dont update enough, mostly becasue i lead the most borin glife, cigarettes and classes. SOmeone make my life more interesting. If you are ever in the southern illinois area, come save me from boredum, and its ensuing depression. Anyway, heres a poem i just added to my website.

Smokers Confessions

I quit smoking about a year back
Put down the cigarettes when she said goodbye
I guess they were just a valiant lie.
But I smoked everyday, up to a pack.

Those days are past, and today is different.
I only smoke to remember then, and her.
On dark cloudless nights, the smoke is my dancer,
Like she was two years ago, after the first time.

One those days of summer passion, I dream
And those cool nights bring me home again.

They are but thoughts, sleepy summer dreams,
Thoughts of what I hoped could always have been.

I only smoke to remember her away
I am up to smoking three packs a day.