The air filled with smoke that I watched her breathe in.
Breath after breath of smoke to release her,
She didn't want to see nor hear the world
for the images around her were just too much.
She felt herself slipping and drowning within the clouds
of society and the overwhelming weight of life.
The clouds she breathed in now, released her,
let her fly free towards a higher life. A meaning.
She knew many who felt this way
and wished she could be as strong
as those who avoided the smoke that brought her freedom.
The smoke that gave her life again.
Her friends surrounded her and tried to reach out
but she was floating away to another life.
A place. A space of her own where she could breathe
and dance among the flowers that represented her life.