Smoke furls through the air and twirls its way into your nostrils. It reaches down and plucks a heartstring like a harp of time and rings, "remember?" Remember when you didn't care. And you laughed all the way to a bloody end.
Remember when every moment was a suggestion.
Remember when your feet didn't hurt.
Look at you now. You are taller and prettier. But you don't throw your glass on the floor--you place it there quietly. And you don't light up a hand-rolled cigarette--Now the smoke makes your head hurt.
And you spend about half as much money at the club because beer makes your stomach hurt.
It makes you sad. To wonder which is the shadow.
You are happier now. Right?
Imagine that you never grabbed on.
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