I've gotten into the habit of smoking and taking walks around the apartment complex. Today I watched the lights of Irvine from far away, they were beautiful, almost ethereal. Funny, how even this sterile city can conjure up life in the most particular of moments. I like the taste of tobacco on my breath. Although, I worry that the people around me might mind the odor. So, I wear a wool jacket to hopefully ward off the lingering smell. Also, its handy because its still chilly here on summer nights.

I think life happens when you least expect.
At least, that's what I'm thinking now.
Although, I can't make charts and graphs out
To explain it, no vivid lines and big font numbers.
No, I'm taking it day by day.
Accepting the fact that I'll never be sure of anything.
Only myself, and with that
I'm satisfied.