what’s left for me in this life, coffee and cigarettes, the pleasures of life that will follow me wherever I go…

The first sip, always a reminder of home, the smell that used to accompany me as a child when my mother was getting ready for work….
The first smoke of a cigarette will remind me of a life on the fragile border between extinction and madness.
In my life, coffee and cigarettes are all that’s left of what was dear to me in my life