“The trembling hands were trying to find that damn cigarette left in the pocket of her jacket. She couldn’t find it so she threw everything in her room, screaming of anger. She had that cigarette and only that fucking cigarette she was sure of having it. The other things in life were running away from her or they made her turn in everyway possible until she would pass out of confusion. Chaos. And not a good one.
Sometimes you just need that fucking cigarette to get through the chaos.”