love and cigarettes

The nights used to be hazy with cigarette smoke. The days seemed confused and too short.

When we move fast through life we fail to look at beautiful moments tip toeing through the alleys of our mind.

Things are changing. Things should change. There are only a few things, which should remain constant. Things, which help us to sustain our life. Like love.

I am not suffering from that dreadful smoker’s cough anymore.

This should remain constant.

Sometimes,someone helps you to dream.

Dreams should remain constant.