Why half a cigarette? Not half a stick of cigarette? I remember a girl once told me, "stick" symbolizes death, while "cigarette" symbolizes brightness. I firmly believe & hellip; & hellip;
I smoke because it can make me forget loneliness & hellip; & hellip;
I smoke, so I am lonely.
I have already forgotten what it feels like to have my heart broken. And all that has ever happened is gone with the passage of time.
I don't smoke because I have a nicotine addiction, but rather I prefer the feeling of letting the cigarette fly between my fingers. Whenever I look at those shapeless clouds of smoke gradually rising between my fingers and then slowly dispersing and disappearing, I feel an inexplicable sense of peace in my heart.
I enjoy the feeling when I smoke.
I don't remember when I learned to smoke, nor do I remember why I smoked that first cigarette. But in the end, all of this is like the burnt-out cigarettes, ultimately vanishing into thin air. Everything has become a memory, though the pain of the past still lingers in my heart. But the faint smoke makes me less sorrowful, allowing me to love you more, to think of you more.
I am lonely, so I smoke; I am worried, so I smoke.
And I still have cigarettes
That can make me feel that I still exist
Whenever I light another cigarette, perhaps I am lighting a hope; perhaps I am lighting a fragment of the past. I deeply inhale a puff of smoke into my body, and then gently release it. Perhaps what I am waiting for is not for it to dissolve within me, but for me to dissolve myself into the world of smoke. Watching that shapeless cloud of smoke grow from thick to thin, slowly dissipating above the ceiling, I know, perhaps my future will be as complicated as that vanished puff of smoke. Occasionally, a clump of ash falls onto my desk in front of me. It is the residue left behind after a burst of passion. I look at it with sadness. I know, if I just blow lightly, it will disappear like old stories that have passed:
I smoke, not because I want to smoke, but because I like the feeling of smoking.
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