Honestly, I Don't Really Know

Smoke

Her head was filled with smoke, and surrounded by smoke. Smoke was in her lungs and in her hand.
She hated it, oh she hated it.
But not nearly as much as she loved it.

Smoke disappeared in the air, drifting from between her fingers.
She watched the smoke swirl in the wind.
She closed her eyes, the smell of smoke overtaking her senses.
The smoke was her life.

Smoke filled her head, filled her lungs, drifted from her fingers.
Smoke swirled in the wind, disappeared in the air.
Smoke flooded her senses, the smoke was her life.