Smoke.


Once you see that word you may think of fire. Cigarettes. A lighter, match, Whatever it may be. Some stem fear from this smell.
I don't. I sense comfort.
Its the same smell I recognize during parties. Everyone smoking and enjoying the absence of their problems.
Or maybe the scent that coated my ex and his family.
I find the smell completely intoxicating. I can recognize the smell from a mile away and find relaxtion.
I never liked cigarettes and of course I still despise them. I promise myself to never smoke anything of the sort since I rather not die so fast. Still, I can't help but find myself lured to those people. That smell of smoke in the air is a dangerous sign yet it's something so

tranquil.