Actually, I woke up to that sound again, but it is many years later this time. Bellowing through the bellows of the halls within the memories from my childhood. Striking my ears with a sudden rush of the things nobody wants to hear. Today will be another day, since I began this stay. That, I can say. Consumed by my own device, I've no choice now but to enter the belly of the beast. Smoking kills...tense moments.
I dressed invisible as best I could, left this, gone. Entered that octagon. The "why am I here" feeling kicked in, as I reached for the flame. All I can hear? Negative dysfunction, a communication breakdown, malfunction at the junction. The instigate and response cycle in full recycle, rinse and repeat. Maybe I should change the subject, or get something to eat.
"So...who's grateful this morning?" I said calmly, from the heart and with a smile. Not something I would normally say, but today, I thought it's worthwhile.
That was all it took. Just that. The petty spat seconds previous now shifted. He was sitting down, face poised in a frown, like it feels when you drown. Focus lifted, emotions meant for other situations charged straight in my direction. "Shut UP!" he shouted... but my plan was misdirection.
Two blades shining, raising higher and higher. Beside his head like that, one could conspire. In a fight we lose sight. The tool for his haircut glistened fright, but I know her, she won't even might. She charged too, but with scissors in stow. Now it's time to be ready, for another... low blow.
"I don't need your BEEP right now, BEEEEEP!" "I got enough of my own BEEP so never mind your BLURPIN BEEP!" This all happened so fast, it gave me the creeps. Did they not see the reality show between all the beeps?
The backfire lit my cigarette, but I still took it to flame, for good measure. I expected this, nothing new, and it wasn't for leisure. Whether it's one on one or two on two. It really doesn't matter what you do. Inhaled my first puff and stared at the wall, hoping this all, would not cause the fall. Behind my cloud of smoke I had nothing to say. Nothing was going to get between me and this day.
You can "stay calm," people, carry on. You can ask "what's wrong?" ...but people, think it's on. In a fight we lose sight, it's the same old song. Carry on, carry on and they did, but not long.
Life's some real nonfiction when you're stamping out that smoking addiction.
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