Gray

I sat there under Seattle’s tears, while they smacked me in the head. Pooled on the ground and in my shoes, my toes were drowned, choked with white cotton. The gray fills my lungs and my nose it chokes the soul. I finish my drink and light another up. The fire warms my face as the tip of the cigarette glows red. One delight left in my gray world. The smoke rolled off my finger tips into the air like a serpent off to betray some other poor man and woman. You wake up go to class. Stress. Next class. Stress. Next class. Stress. Back to your room, shut the door, stress. Study. Stress. Now I sit here beneath this green tree soaked to my soul smoke filling my body. Exhale. Relax…