drowning past regrets in tea and cigarettes but i can't seem to recall when you came along...

today i learnt that you never mix smokes with an ice blended. not that i smoke - its just an observation. the wisps of cigarette smoke drifts in the air like the smell of incense burning, over a Southern blend and a chocoblate ice blend reminiscents of the past and hopes of the future intertwined.

we're walking down different paths in life possibly leading back to the same junction, possibly not. the future's a blur mixture of hope, fear, anticpation and desperation - who knows what it beholds for us all?

yet even thousands of miles and millions of minutes can do little to change bonds built on memories that are perfect in every conceivable way. you are a part of us, we are a part of you. if fate and chance decree, things will go back to the way they were before. if it doesn't i'll still be glad to know that i had a friend like you. especially over a Southern blend and wisps of second hand cigarette smoke.