I don’t enjoy smoking
I don’t enjoy smoking.
It’s this unbearable knowledge inside me…
I don’t recall learning it….only always having had it.
It sits quietly in the most secret place inside me….
It sits quiet and calm like an old tired man…
Like a hidden pond in the deep of the woods.
And sometimes You like to take a dip there.
And you agitate it…and then I can’t bear it.
I can’t bear knowing what I know
So I frantically light up…just because…
Mostly because I must do something else,
Do something other than the unbearable knowing.
You see I don’t enjoy smoking.