Smoke

i have become smoke

wispy, massless

blown whichever way the wind will take me

more oft than not now, they blow to misery

despair

hopelessness

why would i ever think…?

where did the idea come from?

how could i entertain it for so long?

how could i let myself get to this point?

how do i continue?

been trying to make myself better

be patient

for you

for me

for you

but the wind, it keeps blowing

relentless

smoke dissipating

til nothing remains

nothing remains