is this the part where it hurts like hell?

I've not been good lately. I know it. I've been drinking too much, smoking the occasional cigarette...not taking a moment to slow down for fear of my thoughts catching up with me.

I visited the South last week and I finally saw fireflies. As I watched them blink away in the dark, the deep music of southern bugs filling my ears...I thought this sticky sweet moment of solace, was the last for awhile.

Indeed, it's about time for it to hurt.

xo,

~a

fondness for cigarettes

holding stead
eating my words time
and time
again
visions of perfection
marred roads and paths
ignored and spurned
for the easy peasy
sunny days that led
a soft spoken girl astray
it may be bright times
hopeful and pink
with budding blooms
smoke trailing through
sunbeam trees
the base, the ground
cigarettes don't belong
in the Springtime.