I don't know what I am doing.
I don't know where will it lead me,
But i am ejecting
Everything and anything
I take smoke, i have urge to take it
I want to keet it inside me, but i have to eject it.
The feel when the smoke enters the vulnerable lungs is no less than Love
It is like soul traveling through trachea to the lungs, the intoxication lasts little when it is advance now, it used to last longer before though.
I don't like ejecting anything i like, but.
I like being intoxicated day out, but not everything you like is preservable, I've learnt one thing, ejecting is tough makes you cough but it makes you tough!
I have a dilemma, if i eject it or it doesn't want to stay inside, anything and everything wants to be at places, staying is a totally different phenomenon.
I hold her inside often, but she is too resistive to stay inside, may be that's the reason I try keeping her inside too often.
But one thing i know there will be a time, when she will fill inside me slowly and make me a part of her, I don't actually wait for that, but.