Taking a Drag (thoughts on smoking)

Taking a Drag

Breathe in

Burning embers

Eating up the paper

Smoke rising gently leaving ash

Behind

4/21/11

Form: cinquain

 Once upon a time, I used to be a smoker. The addiction ruled my life. I used to finish one, only to look forward to the next one. 

It has been almost two and half years since I quit/stopped (after all, no one likes a quitter, right?), and I want a cigarette every day. When I stopped, I thought that the cravings would stop too, and eventually, the shakes when away and I didn't crave the nicotine anymore, but I still craved the cigarettes. 

See, while I had a minor chemical addiction to nicotine, I had more of a psychological dependency on the *act* of smoking, and I have never quite gotten over it. Still, I manage not to light up, despite the urge. Once the monkey on your back gets starved, it's easier to control. 

But I begin to think that maybe, the monkey never actually goes away...

So, to those who are still smokers: light 'em if you got 'em, and think of me.

For those who still smoke, but want to quit: It's hard. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, but after the smokers hack heals up, you end up feeling better. Push on through!

For those of you who have never smoked: be understanding of those with the monkey on their backs. 

For those of you thinking of starting: Don't. Seriously. It's not cool. It's something that will come to rule your life, and if you like being at the mercy of your increasingly expensive habit, then by all means, light 'em if you got 'em.