Blue-eyed night, started off chilling, cool, fading breeze. I sit here, while my gitane expires, I take in a last breath, her head lights up in bulky combustion, and burned tabaco fills my lungs.

I let loose my arm, resting on top of my knee, I look down on it and then I gaze up and this stumping nightly breeze hurts my eyes: "I need to be eternal sunshined"-I said- "I need, need my spotless mind to be eternal sunshined".

I let go.

This gray smoke climbs out of my lips up to my eyelashes. Gone, mixed, entwined with the humid air from today´s night.

I smirk, I just see myself from above, from a dangling star up there in the skies. Looking down, I have to accept the fact: how limited our mind runs.

Should I prepare myself? How do you readily agree to have your half erased? your whole you?

*sof*