Blue Smoke. Curious Bird.

Follow Me!

I saw him.

Feeling overwhelmed as the blue smoke of his cigarette swam out of his mouth and curled out of his nostrils.

I wonder what's on his mind right now...

He looks behind him through those doors and sees me.

Fuck. He must of felt my gaze...

The doors open and the cold air snakes through my clothes, leaving me with rough skin.

I walk over and stand next to him.

Still a couple of drags away from finishing his cigarette, "You mind if I drag that? " I say.

He turn to look at me, his eyes wide with wonder. I could see the world in them.

"I didn't know you smoked.."

I inhale the bitter-sweetness. He watches.

Like a curious bird.

(june2012)