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near death experience

you walk towards the lighthouse looking for someone with a match. you left your lighter at home. you pulled out a cigarette; it hangs from your lips as you dig deep in your pocket. you try the next. again nothing. you must find someone smoking. you look farther down the corniche. you know that at this time of day, the sun preparing to sit down at the very edge of things, you will find a couple of young guys hanging out, smoking one cigarette after another. you are desperate to smoke. you will quit some day. you've quit before. you can quit again. but today, right now you need a cigarette.

30 seconds later. 100meters back.
gone.
explosion.
pow.
boom.
boom.
boom.

you turn back. you keep walking.
you keep walking.
you see lots of young men. none of them stand waiting to light your cigarette. they stream past to follow your footsteps back. you keep walking. pushing against the steady flow.

you run now.
its an emotion you can't express in words, just your feet quick against pavement, your hair pushing up against the strong breeze. let air burning down your throat into your chest and cough it out. tilt your head up to the sky a few clouds and the sun cooling and now your face wet -- the smoke and dust you tell yourself, the smoke and dust from the explosion burn your eyes red.

you will quit some day. you've quit before. you can quit again. but today, right now you need a cigarette.

posted by la kara @ 19:53