Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able to get over the feel of the smoke, the way I exhaled, the feel of the papery cigarette on my lips, the sliding of the cigarette through my fingers, the smooth taste of the menthol countered by the harshness of the smoke, the feeling of contentment, the rewarding memories associated with each inhale, and the sense of calm that lingers after a cigarette.
Can anything replace a good cigarette? Will my life just have an empty hole where cigarettes once were? Will I always feel the pain of the loss, the pain of the addiction?
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ReplyDeleteI know how you feel, often a night the nicotine faeries will visit me in my sleep. With the soft menthol smoke floating off of their fiery little heads. Little cigarette kisses that promise but never deliver that loving feeling that I long for. Its always this point at which I wake up in a cold sweat.
ReplyDeleteI hate it when I wake up with the taste on my lips... Do I smoke when I sleep walk?.. I only wish I could find the pack!