With a Breath

Smoke curls gently from the end of a lit cigarette
Hanging in the air
The light filtering slowly through
As the clouds drift aimlessly in the open air
Before falling softly to the floor below

For a moment
I am lost
My mind captured in the swirling smoke
Twisting and floating
Moving aimlessly against minimal resistance

Then
With a breath
An orange glow fills the air
And I return

9 thoughts on “With a Breath

      1. Thank you, sincerely. I have played around a bit lately, but nothing I am ready to publish. If you do end up writing something based on this thought, please let me know; I would love to read what you have written.

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