On loop....

I found the nerve today to do something that I couldn't for the last 1 year. And I'm not sure how I'm feeling about this. All that I know is I'm growing up!

Shards of glass strewn across the floor
Scars of past reflecting from the glow
The remnants penetrate deep into the skin
Unerringly numbing the bones out of pain
Time is lost in infinite space
The nomadic soul is waiting to be rescued from the maze

Found this very intriguing -

"I like cigarettes, Miss Taggart. I like to think of fire held in a man's hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his fingertips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone, watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking, I wonder what great things have come from such hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind - and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his one expression."