As I wait

Vibrations echo through my ears as I write down my thoughts. Pulling me into my own universe. Mouths move sending me messages that I cannot hear, cars pass as silent butterflies. Nicotine fills my blood. Smoke imbeds it's aroma into my clothing. I hold my thoughts in this plastic utensil filled with ink. One by one I light my addiction. No breath goes in clean, each must have it's share of chemicals and smoke. I sit at my second home awaiting for nothing to come.