Observe Deez

When I’m standing alone outside of my apartment building smoking a cigarette, I often get lost in thought and imagination; sometimes to the point of neglecting my addiction where my tobacco burns slowly down as the minutes pass without me pulling on it. In other words, I kinda space out. It is after these moments when I snap out of my own head and begin to wonder if someone from the building across the street may have been observing me through their window standing still, staring into nothing while holding my cigarette. And I think to myself, “I probably should have put some pants on”.