The nature’s eternal destination

He held his cigarette, lighted it up, and smoke.

He couldn’t worry about his life, now that he’s used to chaos, now that he started unwillingly avoiding everything. He had many friends in his pocket; about five or six, he lived and loved each and every one in a way that he had never loved a human. He’s done with his first friend, and grinned before throwing its rests, as sadistic as he seemed to be, he was going to enjoy this temporary custom until the rest of the day, until he joins his bed after the dawn. Does he have one? Will he join his home afterwards? Does he even have one? In fact, he wouldn’t care. He was only sure that he loved his cigarettes and buying them was his only life’s purpose. He only needed his cigarettes’ company, their friendship.

He held his cigarette, lighted it up, and smoke.

Under the sky’s roof, he slept. He doesn’t feel homeless, now that his knowledge is limited and his fears are familiar. He didn’t have a permanent blanket to warm up himself; he would go for a quest every night before sleeping to find it and wouldn’t mind shaking along the cold nights in case he doesn’t get one. For him, hope lacks sense, and he’s not the person who would join a corner and complain about the sphere around him, he wouldn’t ask himself if he’s happy or not. He doesn’t get accustomed, and tends to live the present moment, if for him, moment has a concrete value. He left everything behind and everything left him as well, and it was unnecessary to think about memories when everyday has its own in his new home. Home isn’t always a construction with a gate, windows and furniture, for him, it was everything but that. Home is where he belongs, where it feels alive, not just breathing. His current home has a roof, has a gate and walls he can’t touch but all could contribute to his freedom. He wasn’t enslaved, he was free and it was real. He only had the overwhelming desire to smoke from time to time, and he could cope with it.

He held his cigarette, lighted it up, and smoke.

He didn’t get enough money to buy company for today’s sundown, but he’s a good actor, cause’ in the midst of life’s drama, some get taught to fake their feelings, to be superficial and lose themselves, yet, he got taught to pretend to be satisfied when he wants more than he has. And what is satisfaction for today’s humans but pretentions? ...He moved his right hand as if he wanted to hold a lovely friend of his; he led it to his mouth and easily closed his jaws. Apparently, he was used to do the same since ages. He closed his eyes so he becomes able to listen to his favorite song, it was a rhythmic silence mixed with a windy natural harmony. His life is easy, he closed his eyes, and it seemed easier. He didn’t give up to financial issues, nor finding a good company, he wants actions and he made it happen.

Holding his cigarette, lighting it up and smoking until the end of his journey.

He is conscious about what he is doing. He is a perfectionist and he couldn’t look forward perfection in luxury. Simplicity is a mountain of relieving things where he’s too high to feel life as a burden, too busy to think and more thirsty of actions. Is simplicity a land where everyone can find himself? Is it a blessing or a curse? A shelter or a real home? Now that he’s like the still peaceful ocean, he surely can’t think about others, about their pathetic glances, about them being relative. Selfish and he’s his own self lover, that’s where he lost the old him and found the real person he wanted to be, that’s exactly where he could plunge eternally himself in love.

He is caring less, but he can feel all that is happening around him .He only could feel good and he is on a high frequency since years. He is a human, he feels sick sometimes, and he could fix his aches alone, like the old him has being doing it. He reduces life pleasures in one word and it is nature. It has always been there for him and he was here for it, nature is his real mother, his shelter and the shoulder he can cry on, where he can dry his fears, lose his doubts, increase his vibration and purely love. For him, as a nature’s son, it was really shameful for him to watch people running away from what they love doing, so shameful, for him, is being born to die. And if life is everyone’s childhood of the immortal, everyone is meant to make it better, joyful and unique.

He didn’t want to get anyone’s attention and now that he reached this point, he would only talk to sell what he gets from nature. He never gets naked to catch someone’s care, to show his love for his mother nature, never pushed someone to enter his life or leave. He is a different human being living for today. He looked like an ordinary man, and like a drunken one who lost all directions back to his home at night when he slept under billions of stars, actually, he wasn’t drunk, and he lost himself in nature where he found himself. He gets chills while smoking and watching sun going down. He had a single addiction that seems ordinary, and he was happy and satisfied.