Laying on my side with my head out the window. I watch the jigsaw sky bleed and run together. The glow of my Marlboro with the contrast of the 11:00 sky make me feel like I’m setting fire to a black hole. I love the head rush I get when I drag my ciggarette down to the filter. Ashes burn on myself and the window sill. Smoke is filling my room and I start to feel a bit paranoid. But not really. Life is going to be okay soon.