The snowflakes are shaped like stars as the land on my fur jacket.
The smoke lingers from my mouth as I take the last flare of my cigarette.
The life I so wish I had is nowhere near.
The beer I wish to drink is somewhere long from my presence.
The thing I long for is just minutes away but it does not matter because it is not here.
The monsters so called my thoughts are all I have, all I wish to escape.