This was inordinately difficult to write because I kept trying to make it artsy, but here it is. Ah… I kind of like how artsy it is. This is not condoning smoking if there are any impressionable readers. Smoking is not good for you!

She never really fell in love with the touch of reality. She far preferred the haziness she got from letting cigarettes grace her lungs with smoke, blurring the veil between fact and her fantasies, closing the distance between her and her escapes. Of course, the occasional kiss from the real world was nice, a reminder of the clarity sobriety offered, but the sweetness of being distanced from the noise on earth went unsurpassed. Maybe it was that her head was always far too loud, or that the world got angrier as time went on, but the little girl who loved the life she lived was replaced long ago, by someone too empty to bother with the way her lips felt without a cigarette between her teeth.