The Lonesome Nightmare.

Falling asleep again and again as I'm traveling to work, feeling utterly exhausted. Every fiber in my being screams for rest, food and nicotine, I have none of any. I've spent my entire life running from the destiny my father layed out for me, but now in my true essence, I feel more like him than ever before. Living independent, living hard, loving every second of it, loving every inch of him. The distance I've set for us, is the distance that brought us together.

I reckon, sometimes the cigarette feels like a J and sometimes the J feels like a cigarette.

After ten hours 0f working, ten hours moving around, ten hours doing everything except smoking, a fag tastes like honey in your mouth. And I know that I have not yet exeeded my limits, I have a long way to go. I will find a platform onto which I will create my empire, it will be a sight for sore eyes. For I have waited a long time to see the limit of my creation. Right now though, nothing has been said nor done, the future will hopefully rule in my favour, but I need my big break, I need it like I need air to breathe.