Once in a while I like to smoke at home.Closed door,One open window that shows me only some distant houses and trees, as there is a pond which acts as a barrier between us and them.A small cup, which serves as an ashtray and one room freshener to kill any evidence of my crime.
My head was spinning.I felt a little dizzy. Lied down and inhaled the cigarette. A new discovery I made about my way to relaxation. It is absolute bliss to lie down and smoke.I came close to myself, my mind, my thoughts.The thoughts which used to seem complex became simple, Pain became a non-existent idea, Consciousness invoked the conscience. God prevailed 'within'.
