Love & Cigarettes

     It was such a perfect night, in the world's eye - dark sky sequenced with shiny dust and spirals, cozy set-up outside the front door, and sticky aroma of a two year-old cigarette in my hand. My head wrapped in a shawl and wearing layers of fabric to protect myself from the consequences, I tried it. Tried to smoke. It was a perfect set-up yet it failed. That's the humor of life unfolding. I was turned off by it all. And then the meticulous teeth brushing, and fast-fast hand scrubbing...
I killed the romance of the cigarette...

"Reincarnate Now"

     Emotional suicide is what it's coming down to. So much pain in the last few years and I'm feeling empty yet full of anger which, when subsided, leaves nothing in its place. I am earning for freedom in all aspects of this dimensional existence and beyond it. I came here with a mission, once upon a time; now it seems like it was a dream. Instead, I'm stuck in hell of thought and manifestation of things against true self. Against everyone. Time for change has come once again. "Panic carefully". Or not at all.