Headlights
I smoke like this, and drink coffee like I usually do. It’s times like these that make me want to grow a beard, or pretend like I have forty thousand in my savings account. It’s fun at first, but when you get used to day-dreaming like this at night, it sometimes becomes depressing, even funny.
It’s this usual combination of nicotine and caffeine that either makes me sleepy or awake. I call these nights “winters of my mind”. I plagiarized it from a poem I saw in the internet. It has been my favorite phrase ever since, next to “pizza and beer” and “Sandara Park”.
I was asking people randomly today, what if the clouds were made of flames? Would it pour hard enough to cause a heatwave?
It’s times like these when cars would speed by like something out of a Tim Burton movie. Trikes and cabs with their headlights on, doing who-are-you stares and fuck-off glances.
Then I go back to sipping cheap conveniece store coffee. Then I inhale cancer. Then I think of bank accounts and growing beards. And flaming clouds.
But then again, it would be nice to have summer on my head during winters of my mind. Profound, eh?
No, it’s just the damn coffee.
