Inhaling Memories.

You know what i miss?
The smell of  cigarette smoke.

That intoxicatingly disturbing smell it gives off that literally paints the atmosphere a bittersweet colour. The way it sticks to your clothes, the lingering smell that never shakes off no matter what you do. The way it entwines with your hair forming a perfect balance of shampoo, burnt paper and a light tinge of tobacco. But the most beautiful part is how the scent of cigarettes locks itself onto your skin, like an invisible tattoo it spreads across your skin and assimilates itself onto you.

That smell for me will always be a little sexy but mostly nostalgic. I used to hold my breath when i saw smokers, now, i just take it in lightly. Every small intake of breath i breathe in brings me back to the days where all was adrenalin rushes & intelligent insults. Insanely bold yet naively fun. The Looney days. The spark in my dull college years. It was fun and i'll miss it dearly, it's not everyday you find somewhere that allows you to just be you now is there?

Just like smoke,

those days faded away and all there was,

was that lingering bittersweet smell left on

your clothes,

your hair,

your skin,

like memories they stay.

FYI - For the record I do not smoke, i repeat, i do not smoke. Have not, do not, and hopefully will never smoke. But these bunch of idiots did, do. Crazy ass bunch of people who will forever make my day =)