it's not that i like nicotine,
or that i think it's cool,
or that i need something to fidget with.
i detest smoking for all these reasons and more.
it causes terrible illness.
it causes a horrible addiction.
it causes you to smell and taste terrible.

It's just that sometimes...
i get so conflicted inside,
so fraught with my own problems,
it feels like if i don't

eat fire
or
drink lava
or
breathe smoke

i just might lay some waste, and sow the fields with salt.
What can i say?

pour toi.

carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars
apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings