incense

nag champa invades my nostrils as the smoke stings my eyes. the knots and kinks in my neck and back constrict my nerves and cause major discomfort. the feelings of love and softness experienced earlier drift in my mind like the whispy, ghostly vapors in the air. fog and steam crowd out the stars and moon tonight. her fingertips and crazy antics cut through the clouds and bring a smile to my face. intimate smiles with the mutual capriciousness brings life to a standstill wherein no darkness could ever damper the spirits. i know i can't rest my happiness in her hands alone, i could smile on my own. it's just so much easier whilst sitting on a driveway with weirdy faces and odd sounds. the nag champa burns low and almost dies out. the end of the night and beginning of a dream. soft blackout into fanciful non-reality. drifting sweet. gently. happy.