The Almighty Wrath of the Cigarette

Its sitting there, on the counter. With its cool, calm..reserve. Looking magnificently elegant, standing out amongst the other kitchen items on the counter. I pick it up gently, letting it nestle inbetween my index and middle finger, where it feels at home. Why was such a thing left right here in the open for the past week? Forcing me to pass it over and over as the days progressed. Why didnt my father, the very very addicted, chain smoker pick it up and smoke it? He never leaves a cigarette to waste.. Why had it suddenly appeared after my week of multiple Nicotine attacks, when I would have died for a cigarette? And here one sat, all alone, waiting to be smoked. The wrath of the cigarette became quite over empowering as it beckoned me..whispering my name.. Laughing whenever I told it "I dont need you!" Making me the butt of its jokes.. I realized.. Its a test. Or atleast I was going to test myself. I dont want to smoke, I dont need to smoke. Its all just an urging need in my mind Just the demons trying to get me to solve my problems by making more. I dont want to be like my dad with rotting gums and teeth and horrible breath, and throwing cash away constantly. I dont need it. Im strong enough to surpass the tempations of things beyond my mind. ::tears apart cigarette & throws into trash:: If only i could handle other things in life just as easily. Life Just might be easy.ahhh.. this is olllddd.. :) but I laugh everytime I reread it. I was such a dweeb. "I would have died for a cigarette" such a pun. Oohh I havent smoked for quite some time either, proudly Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 02:36 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10