Postphoning the inevitable...

Days passing just like the cigarette after a love affair...you want it to last as much as possible, you try not to blow it, you try not to flick it, still it gets shorter and shorter. If you don't smoke it the wind will and just when you were enjoying it the most it will turns into ashes. You see the smoke dance in the air and going afar even if you don't blow your cigarette, as you sigh passionately and try to stop the time...just one thirsty sip from it and it's gone.
You try not to think about the ending, believing that this will prevent days from passing, you think that keeping the ending out of your mind will keep time away from your numbered days. You leave your stuff thrown away in your room, you wander the streets, you drink one more coffee, you refuse to sleep, anything but trying to pack a whole summer into one suitcase. But time still passes, you can feel the hours flowing, just like you could see the smoke flying... As you found yourself with nothing but a filter from the cigarette you've been sensually sipping from, you wake up in the eave of your leaving with a huge suitcase and no more summer days to enjoy...
How can you make one cigarette last forever? How can you pack a summer of thoughts into a suitcase and how can you squeeze thousands of moments and feelings into one notebook?

Tori Amos - 1000 Oceans