Wood burning at 2 in the morning.
We laugh and we seem to get younger.
We go back to running up and down ventilation systems.
Back to sleeping in burritos.
Back to when nothing mattered.
To when love was not important and girls were just a pretty sight.
When we could eat more then everyone in the world.
We have changed a little since then.
Marine, college student, salesmen, and senior.
After so much time trying to be people, we just want to be who we were getting there.
Smoke is something that is beautiful.
Something that is who we are and who will always be.
The smell of smoke still lingers on our shoulders.
You can all smell it.
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