3 AM Smoke
What do you do when all you have are words, but now even they fail you? What do you do when the only thing you have leaves you with nothing but emptiness? These are the exact thoughts running through the head of this idiot, smoking from the window at a time when most of the world around him is asleep. He won’t say the entire world is asleep — he knows there are other insomniacs like him. But still, most of them aren’t. Everything is going well for him, at least on the surface. He has a job that pays fairly well, a decent circle of friends, and a family that somehow functions and cares for him. He knows the feeling of love — the feeling of care. The issue with this 3 AM smoker is that he’s incapable of feeling most of it. Sure, he can feel care. Sure, he can feel love. And sure, he can feel… wait, maybe I’m overestimating him a bit too much. Maybe he can’t really feel joy. Now, let’s set the scene for you. The sky is dark — it’s buttfuck 3 freakin’ AM after all. He’s looking ...