In the midnight hour, dreams are no respite, my pillow feels like a bag of bricks and the heat is overwhelming. So you take a cigarette, your lighter and you walk out the back exit. Leaning against the brick wall you feel more comfort than you did in your bed.
You try to remember, its an Herculean effort, the way you felt in your youth, invincible, filled with dreams and a clear picture of the man you wanted to be. Life changes that visual and destroys too many dreams. The #cigarette only lasts so long and then it’s back to the bag of bricks. The final ash drops to the ground. I am free, i am free