Smoking problems.

When I got used to think I was absolutely alone, then, a little bit of tequila reminded me that you were always there, waiting the perfect moment to share all your smiles with my tired soul.

And if someone says something about how I live your life and you live mine, I will take a cigarette and exhale the smoke into his face.

Because there´s no other way to feel so complete than loving life, living life and smoking your problems, burning them with the fire of your heart.

That´s all what I had to say this empty night. Emptiness caused by my bed crying because now it smells more like you, and not so like me, how it used to smell just until one month ago.

Good night, and break a leg.