“In nature nothing exists alone.”
science. outdoors. kisses. cuddles. sweaters. books. tea. adventures.
Where do cigarettes go after they’re lit? After the flame goes out, And the filter is flicked? Because I want to go there. Up through the trees with the smoke Or into the lungs of someone searching for salvation. I want to cling to clothes and hair. I want to surround myself with life. I want to be needed and wanted and loved. I want to be someone’s addiction.