Vent Machine

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.
 
He lost faith last week, he lost the purpose. He is one of those now.

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.
 
Alone is a 5 letter short word he once said, 5 years is a long time.

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.
 
There is a man down on the streets, he looks. There is an eye contact; ‘a man’ seeks help. It was an accident. The bike rear tire is still spinning. ‘A man’ is in pain. He looks closely; he is the only one who stood. ‘A man’ seeks help again. He takes him to a hospital. ‘A man’ loses him after the registration. He is in pain too.

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.
 
“Wanna come for a smoke?” No answer. He disappears.
 
You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.

The art of rolling lies not in how strong ‘stuff’ you have. It lies in the crushing. He can go on about it for next half hour. He loves so many, materialistic is the word.

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.

He is not really interested in what you have to say. The parallel universe keeps him focused on the needs.

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.

He hates Sun! A glowing ball of fusion is no pretty sight for him. He wishes the dark to be the new dawn.

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.

He bought everything that once he aspired. Did he mention: Angel!!!......*the beat kicks in now, the snare roll is being called*

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.

He used to write, words keep him eluded now. It was 5 years.

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.

He can turn simple/unwilling objects in ashtray. He is never out of light and smoke now. He smokes 10 times a day.

You breathe in and click a photograph. Thoughts follow you behind.