Faded uni on
The son's light can't pierce the wall
Go back in service

My first haiku/Poem it's about being an EMT

Two cigarettes left, a bittersweet experience

One is too few, makes you anxious of the upcoming lack of 'em
two lets you comfortably enjoy one knowing you still have another

So no pressure for now
i'll think about it when the time comes

I still got two cigarettes left
but soon the time will come.

Staring deep into your eyes
deeper than I've ever stared into anyone's eyes
they suck me in like a kiwi-colored vortex

It's dark around us
but your eyes shine like laser beams shooting straight into mine from close range

Close range

So close I can faintly feel the smell of weed in your breath
from the joint you wave around in your hand like a little red shooting star.

I wonder… can I make a wish on this shooting star?
If so, I wish this moment could last forever.

Beautiful stuff