I smoked my first cigarette today. It was awful... the smoke, the taste. As I filled the smoke in my mouth, I felt the back of my throat burn. I felt the fire dissolve in my lungs. My body tried to dispel the outsider, the effort evident, in the frantic reflex of a cough. I gagged, but got hold. Tears, salivation, the feeling of curling blood. I paused for few moments, before I took another buzz. I breathed in slow. Allowing my body to soak the heat, the nicotine, the burn, the smoke. I swear for a moment, I was with you. Breathing in the air same as you do. The ground underneath, rushed to my face. And I hid myself in your embrace.