Joy Foster's Blog: Cigarettes

Myself

Seventeen years have flown past. Here I am, living in New Zealand (a small continent off the coast of Antarctica), and living the life of an ambitious student who wishes for nothing more than to learn, live and love. My drive for knowledge is a drug that I run off. There is never a limit to what a human being can know, and unlike actual drugs, it does not harm you- unless of course you are the Government and it all goes to your head. Philosophy fascinates me, it's a subject of infinite possibilities! Pursuing a career in journalism I've taken a break for two years. After finishing an apprenticeship in mechanic's I plan to continue with writing.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Cigarettes

Ringing in your ears. You can almost taste the sound of the sobs which peel through the wallpaper.
The question tickles your throat, the taste of sour regret lingers.
Corrugated hands plaster themselves across your face. Fingernail marks stain your cheeks transparent.
The engraved pain sinks deeper through your skin.
The question murmers to itself.
You lock the closet. The red walls illicit hunger in your heart. The hunger fades.
Your heart whispers a silent idea.
Before long the trumpeting prominence of your egotistical sight appears.
The idea of self constrain is almost impossible.