Confessions

There was a hunger always unsatisfied even after the numbers that I cracked day after day, minute after minute. I was always insatiable. Was dying, knew I was killing myself. A stupid urge used to get me back to my smoking ways.

The want.
The desire.
The need.
The fire.
All dissipating me, myself, and I.

Now, a single stick irritates me. The love that I had for it is disappearing. I knew smoking is injurious for my health; and now, I realised, it is injurious for my wealth too. It’s killing me inside and outside. I am trying to quit it. It’s tough, but knowing the guy that I am…
I KNOW I WILL.

Confessions of a smoker.