Menthol Stained Hands
I've been up since 1AM and it's now 4AM. Smoking, wandering, thinking. This is weird. I need a drink. My breaths were visible on this starry night. A cancer stick was between my lips while I tried to find familiarity in the stars. Like the good old times, I tried to find the dippers. I can proudly tell you I found them but after that, my distraction was gone. I was forced with a choice. A metaphorical one of course. On one side was college. It represented a jail cell, A life that didn't feel free. and the other side? It was the real world. It looked magical honestly. I wanted to run right into it. I got to the end of my cigarette And I realized that to get there, sacrifices had to be made so I turned And went right back to my prison. The dippers were lost to time by the way. I should know. I checked before going back to Watson with my menthol stained hands.