It was the moon that stole my slumber

Darkness engulfed the place where I sat. The only thing visible was the burning embers of my cigarette. By sheer chance, Across the Night played softly through my ipod speakers, but apart from that, the only thing you could hear was the buzzing of some electrical box. The night was still. The burning tobacco looked like a fire-lit brain, complicated nerves and membranes weaving in and out of each other. Glowing with power and force. That’s until it burns out completely and you're left with only burnt embers, a carcass and a lingering smell. There’s always some sort of evidence left behind, something that will remind you of it, but eventually that memory will fade. Everything that came with the complex brain of thoughts, dreams and ideas will be gone.