I Believe In Self Reflection

I struck the match to light my last cigarette...the only light on this warm and comfortable cloudless night. The only torch that guides me as I sit contemplating....what darkness in my soul is this void left?....is this desperation for the responsibilities that seperate me from dust in the wind or words lost in time? How did serenity become so loud and anxious?

I think as I try to feel. I feel as I try to breath....I take my last draw from my last cigarette......and my torch is gone.