Stories
that cannot be seen

Cigarette
– Future cannot be seen

If there was a time machine.
I would go and see.
The twenty year old me.

I will tell the eccentric young guy
who lit the smoke exactly at
midnight of his twentieth birthday.

You will become a heavy smoker.
After you had smoke
two hundred ninety-two thousand one hundred
and eighteen cigarettes
the doctor will sentence your cancer.
Your smoking life ends there.

I don’t intend to stop you from smoking.
You can never predict the future.
You’ll probably never listen to
this eccentric old man.

But let me tell you one thing.

Enjoy each and every cigarette you take.
Treasure each and every encounter
you have at the smoking place.
And never forget to appreciate your lung
each and every moment.

Hey, you’re not lighting another smoke, huh?